Invisible

I sit here in the stall wondering what I am? What I mean to people as tears roll down my face. There’s no reason for why I'm here. We walk into this place where we know we will get judged we walk in hoping we get to see someone fail today, and when we do we get excited about it. Instead of bringing out peers up and hoping the best for them we sit here and hope they fail we set each other up for failure. There’s no positive outcome in this all, we all have our own battles were fighting at home hoping that when we go to school it will be forgotten, but no when we come to school we have to fight not only to have good grades and succeed in school we have to fight to stay alive to make it through one more day here and if I make it through one more day then try the next. But it never gets easier, in fact, it gets harder to push through each day hoping to make it out alive. We all sit here but nobody sees the hurt others have, it's easy to sit here and say I'm fine just tired. We never notice the ones hurt who are crying for help because we're too worried about seeing each other fail. We all talk behind each other backs. We do it so that we can feel more power in ourselves to have more power to fight for our own lives. I walk the crowded hallways daily. Keeping my head low, avoiding people, hoping to not be seen wishing I was invisible. The comments each day are starting to add up. I take a seat at an empty desk hoping I don’t get called on. Sadly I get called up in front of everyone and I got the problem wrong and everyone is now laughing. Last day here and the pain will be gone I thought. I finally make it to lunch, I see a group of girls laughing at me, one of them comes up to me and dumps her water all over my head. The day is quickly over with I find my best friend and we walk home together. Through our walk we come to the area where we split up I say bye to her and she says she will see me tomorrow, at least that's what she thought. I get home staring at myself in the mirror, quickly tears start running down my face. I couldn't do it anymore I start grabbing random pills and swallowing them quickly. Then I grab a blade and cut my wrist. She's gone. Nobody understands how much power your words have. The comments daily they add up, one little comment could drive a person to the end. You don’t see the pain others are going through. It's easy to put labels on people. I’m sure everyone's done it once in their life. Someone once said, “everything we judge in others is something within ourselves we don’t want to face.”