They watched me as I walked down the corridor,

Watched me as I put my things in the locker and shut the door.

They watched me as I walked away,

But I could still hear them say:

"I heard she is suicidal."

"I bet she cries herself to sleep at night."

"Her brother does drugs."

"She's an attention whore."

"She only cuts herself because mommy and daddy aren't giving her attention."

And when the voices died,

So did I.