Looking at it all play out in silence.
Everyone smiling in the isle,
Whenever she talks.
But not the smiling of the happy,
The smiling of the dying.
And at the end of the day,
They’ll run her out of school,
And she won’t come back until the next day.
When something is done to prevent it,
By no one but myself,
It turns to me to try and fix,
And I tell my teachers,
The ones who do nothing,
In the face of all they believe in,
Only stopping once a while,
To hate her as well.
And then one day, she doesn’t come back,
And no one knows where she’s gone.
Everyone walks the halls smiling,
The smiling of the dying,
Knowing that she is dead,
No one cares,
It’s what they wanted all along.
And I am the only one who will never sleep with rest again.