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What do I do?

I'm a failure in school.

I don't do my work.

I could care less,

what anyone thinks.

I know you don't care.

You just yell at me,

so you look like you care.

So other people look at you and think

"look at how much they care"

But if they could only see

the real you.

What really goes on,

inside these walls.

The fights every night.

The names you call me,

and the things you say to hurt me.

You compare me to your friends kids,

and it makes me feel like shit.

Maybe I'll die.

So you won't have to worry about me anymore.

You probably won't even notice,

when I'm gone.

But when you do,

you'll probably say

I didn't kill myself right.

Since I can't seem to do anything else right.

That's all I have to say to you,

so good bye,

and see you in hell.



~*~ Jill ~*~