We stand there silent
no words leave our mouths
you finally say you're tired and leave to your house
Before you go, i ask if you're okay
you answer back 'everything will be better after today'
I feel tears well up as i catch the hidden meaning
it might be okay for you
but that doesn't mean it will be okay for me too
after today, i'll be on my own
in every class i will sit all alone
i'll stare at the empty chair next to me
and remember the girl who used to sit there
no one mentions you
no one would dare
no one meets my angry death stare
people may glance at the deserted chair
but no one will ever know know what happened to the girl who once sat there.
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