Slit ankles and converse

You laughed as i limped
trying not to walk on bloody feet
"dumbass" you called me
i hung my head and grabbed a seat
snickers from behind me
"fag" "dumbass" "stupid"
just more words that i try not to hear
i flip up my hood
so the haters wont see the tear
the one that drips
like the blood on my wrist
or the kiss if death,on my lips
i barealy make it through the day
and i run to the safety of my bus
before i hear what,my loved one has to say