• You sigh with a lot of stress.
    I see that you now know I failed this test.
    You have no other choice but to give up on me.
    You can't deny what you have just seen.

    I pull down my sleeves on my sweater.
    Even though I know it makes nothing better.
    I stare at the gound and refuse to look you in the eye.
    I am not that ashamed as to why.

    Your mouth is still dropped open in shock.
    The only sound now is the patient ticking of the clck.
    You stare right through my sleeves as if they weren't on top of my scars.
    In your face I see you restrain from the sound of the ambulance cars.

    You look down as they pass by very slowly.
    You begin to study your nails very closely.
    I look down at the floor.
    I really would rather have died before.

    I slowly feel you staring at me.
    I tried to stop myself but I looked up also to see.
    I see you study the inside of my eyes.
    Now I noticed you were done with the heavy sighs.

    You see the pain in my eyes and begin to cry.
    You really see why I want to die.
    You stand up and try to wipe the tears.
    But the tears keep coming down and wash away your fears.

    I look at you with buried sadness.
    I can't get out of this madness.
    You look down again and stand up.
    You came straight forward and do something you never really do.

    You pull the sleeves up and rub your hand along the marks that I have engraved into my skin.
    My heart is starting to heal again.
    You hug me and don't let go.
    And now I decide I'm not going to ever die and go

    When I go into my room I smile and be happy.
    With that hug I don't feel sappy.