dear secondary school

Dear secondary school,

Why our you so blind and deaf,

Why do you let them create a bloody hole in my chest,
A hole that goes deeper and deeper,
As more and more trauma builds and builds,

All that comes out there mouths is manipulation,
They touch me,
Caress me,
Confuse me,
They punch me,
They bruise me,
They bully me,
But you don't fucking see,

They think I'm a sex toy,
They think I'm a weird boy,
They think I'm a ragdoll,
They think I'm a bad boy,
They think I'm a,
But you don't think 

They don't know I'm a sad boy,
They don't see the self harming,
The jumping in front of cars,
The strangulation,
They don't hear the screams and you don't either,

Well if I had to go to school I'd bring some scissors so I can cut all the dicks,
Both the metaphorical and real dicks,
Cut them like they cut all the red lines down my leg,
And maybe then you'd see,
Maybe then you'd hear,
Maybe then you'd think,


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