I’m not sure what to call this, but it’s about my attempt (Maybe two years ago? I never thought I’d make it to High school—but here I am!) this is actually about school counselors. And my friend. 

there’s this…feeling

That I can’t describe 

Going to sleep one day 

Hoping that you’ll die 

So maybe you 

Grab that extra bottle 

Get a handful down

Hoping to see Ronnie

And fall asleep

Happy you can leave now

But 


Then you wake up

No tears come out 

But you’re not sad

You’re fucking furious now

I’m trapped in this goddamned room

No one wants me here

I hate these fucking bitches 

They don’t like me neither

 
And I guess I’m stuck here 

We’re fucked here 

I’m a child, I’m a student 

Gotta pick up here 

Need to save face 

For the professional snitches 


They don’t got any on em

Cause it was me who got stitches

It is we who’s in the prisons 

Filling your systems 

Falling through the cracks of your infinite wisdom

Cause you called the cops

On a fucking minor

What else did you expect 

Did you want him to cry or

Maybe you’re just too blind to see 

This kid had some fucking adhd, anxiety, add some chronic depression


He ain’t no angel but

I thought school was in session

All you ever saw was his

Goddamn sleeves

saw him in the summer wearing a hoodie

But nah, fuck that you gotta see his wrists

Rolled up the sleeves, looked him in the eyes then you saw his slits 

Ruby red, vertical, all over his skin

‘He just needed some help man’
&lt;Nah, fuck that send the police in&gt;

This ain’t a penitentiary

And you sure as shit ain’t the boss a me

You dont getta say who’s worthy 

Of life or death

Who made you judge and jury

And said fuck the rest