Yeah, I see you. Sitting in the back of the room, hoping we’ll all just pass over the glaze in your eyes. Hiding under that over-sized sweat shirt of yours. Do you remember when we were little an I used to tell you my Sponge Bob Square Pants eraser was better then your Patrick Starfish? When getting high meant swinging until our toes touched the sky?
What happened between then and now? What made it so hard to come to school clean? The adrenaline we used to receive from games of Lava Monster is now replaced by the fear of getting caught for the vodka in that little coffee mug in your hands.
Do you remember how scared we used to be of getting a Think Time? How sympathetic we would feel for that poor sobbing kid getting sent out into the hall, but God, at least that wasn’t us. Now you don’t even give a damn whether or not they realize you’ve been skipping third period for a week. Consequences mean nothing to you now because you’re invincible to everything the worlds gonna throw at you.
You are so beautiful, you don’t need him, so put the knife down. Leave your poor skin alone so maybe for the first time in this month of eighty degree weather you won’t have to wear long sleeves. Lock the bottle of pills up and don’t think about them, cause they aren’t an escape plan honey.
Do you remember when all we used to talk about was who’s Pokemon was better? Now all the conversation revolves around is oh God did you hear about Heather/ Bridget/ Lindsey. And who’s pregnant/ depressed/ hospitalized.
We didn’t used to have a care in the world minus the few times cooties or Mystery Meat Monday came into play. Now your sitting in class wondering, did I take my birth control? Does she now what I did with her boyfriend? Will I make it through next week. Does the teacher now I copied my entire paper from the Internet? Will he leave me? Can they see me?
Well the answer? Yes, I see you. You can’t hide, there are no sweat shirts or big sunglasses to duck behind now. And I want you to know I’m here, and I won’t leave so please don’t let yourself go.
Well hey, I guess it’s to late now. Those pleads I would make up in my head every time I saw you went unsaid and you were oblivious to my concern. I should have helped you, given you a ride home or called you just to see if everything was alright. Taken you to the nurse to have her tell you that you needed help. Told your parents.
And do you remember what it was like to be alive? Because darling dear your six feet under and as cold as stone. The world ate you alive and it thought you tasted good. Oh God how I wish it hadn’t. How I wish you were poisonous and it gagged you back up because I miss you, and I can’t do anything about it.
