My grades are slipping
Or should I say they have already slipped?
I fall asleep in class and my head hurts constantly.

I am losing my mind.
My friends are no help, they don't understand.
You keep me distracted from my convictions.

When you are absent I feel I did something wrong.
Teachers are a pain, they tried to take my phone away,
I got detention and the parental units were called.

The weekends are a torture because I rarely see you.
The school year is at a end and I feel that I am too late.

Time is running through my fingers, I can't hold on.
I blurted my shame to you and I saw  that you 'saw' me.
I am still uncomfortable and shy.

I have locked myself in, I fear death.
I see you and wonder....
If you died how would that effect me?

If I died would it effect you at all?
Would you have notice? Would you have cared?
I fear the worst is near.

The constant babble of foreign words annoy me, I hate Spanish class.
The high pitched laughter that surrounds me becomes my ticking bomb.

Just a few more days till disappointment, Just a few more...
I can hear the bitching and moaning now, ''How could you!''
Then they'll ship me off to summer school and repetition of torture.

Eventually I'll calm down, eventually I'll realize myself.
You can not help me, I don't believe anyone can.
Have you noticed there's no bones in my hand?

Where did time go? I can't remember a thing.
The smell gets to me, sickening scents of flowers and fresh cut grass.
It stinks like mud and decaying fish, none too pleasant.

If I ran away, where would I go?
Vegas, New York, Chicago, etc...The sky is not a limit.

I could go to the moon! I could fly around the sun.
A picnic on mars sounds nice. Would you visit?
If I run away...Would you remember me?

Better yet, would you take my hand?