Outcast of the Class

Sometimes the outcast needs major help, but doesn't know how to seek it. Don't leave anyone out.

It’s said that pain heals over time but time is passing slowly. I’m sitting in a chair asking myself why I’m even here. I keep on smiling but inside I’m dying. I try to write out my emotions but all I’m getting is more pain. I sit alone in the back hoping for help but all I get is ignored. The words on this sheet won’t be seen by anyone but me. And I apologize if any monitors are forced to see. Reading the problems and life of a pointless teen girl. A teen girl who spends her time playing a stupid game to get rid of the self inspired shame. Everyone has part except me but it’s not like it matters. And even that won’t change no matter how many times my heart shatters. I’m a small voice lost in the sound of everything else that’s around. A little soul who’s unsure of her goal. I know all I have to do is speak louder but it’s not so easy when you’re afraid. Not that it’d even matter because no one cares to know what it is of I’m made. Well I got to go, in depression I may fade.