I rouse myself
I feel like a ghost
But I am indeed living
I dress in my dark attire
I appear as if I am attending a funeral
I go to school
The place where I am ridiculed and excluded
From everyone and everything
I come back to my dwelling
Hearing my parents quarrel
I enclose myself in my cell
Evanescing into the abyss
Away from the world
I weep for an hour
Finally coming to the decision
That will seal my fate
I grab my father’s prized possession
A tool that extinguishes life
I do not bother to say farewell
Nobody would show concern
Or even flinch
If I said anything
Pressing the cold metal against my skull
Closing my eyes
Which have witnessed a tragic world
Sealing my fate
From the excruciating purgatory
In which I once existed
I feel released
{I remember I wrote this poem for English class. And at the end of every year we would pick a piece of writing to put in a book as a memory. I remember feeling very honored and surprised that my teacher let me pick this piece of work.}