I sit in the corner of the room

or wait

is that me?

I don't know and I probably never will

I don't think it matters much anyway

no. wait.

In the corner of the room sits a girl

whose ugliness is not only skin deep

for a metaphorical monster took her soul

and twisted it into a deadly weapon

There she is

unable to identify who and what and where and why

no.

that's not right either

My name is Jericho Kersey

it's been that way for as long as I can remember

and it will probably stay that way

so long as my flesh is intact

until the blade is in my bag

and it already is

The tapping of a weary foot

like the unzipping of a backpack

echoes in my head

tap tap tap

zzzzzzip

It's as discreet as I can make it;

nobody wants to see you

try to shed your mortal shell

when you're supposed to be learning Pythagorean theorem

who cares.

I DON'T.

The words I hear daily

directed at me like the tip of the blade

puncture me

cut into my wretched flesh like a knife digging into skin

I try to drag them down into the abyss

as a piece of me is cut off

(who am i? a question best left unanswered

questions like that make people go mad

albert einstein once said

"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results."

so if you keep asking the same questions

ill fuck up your goddamn face)

(i dont want to be spoken to

get away from me

GET AWAY)

(at the same time

i need love

and kindness

and someone to hold me

instead of hit me

please

someone

just find me good for once

i just want to be a good kid

in someones eyes

please

please please please

please pleaseplase pelase

PELASE PLEAES PLEASEPLASEPALSESLEPLLAS)

...oh wow

That's a lot of blood

I wouldn't say it's everywhere

but it's gotten all over the floor now

and stained my once-white sleeve

(not like white was my color anyway)

I suppose it's time to head over to the nurse's office

and get overly clingy with that one nurse again,

huh?

Can you blame me though

I've never seen anyone apart from her

with a medical degree

It feels magical to meet someone like that

healing me instead of hurting me

whatever

thank you for listening to me

instead of interrupting me

with whatever dumb remarks you might have been brewing in your head

like that gross dark coffee all of my teachers like.

seriously. that stuff sucks.