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What exactly did you wish to see in me?
It was like walking on broken glass,
the things that you said,
hurtful,
but looked almost beautiful with my blood spread on them.
Just because I won't follow you like a puppy means that I'm trash?
You wanted me to be someone else,
didn't you?
To write is to breathe,
and you were choking me,
so to speak
You know,
I've begun not to care about your values.
I can understand certain things,
but why are you denying me things I need?
Unfortunately,
you've become the inspiration to many depressed or anger-crazed works of mine.
You said you cared about me.
What a hypocrite you are.
Why just because of money?
Maybe the reason I'm as good as I am is because of the help those things provided.
Those shattered pieced of bloodstained glass-
I'll be showing them to everyone I know.
Money,
money,
money.
That seems to be all you care about these days.
Not the kids.
Not anyone.
Are you so shallow that you can't see the deeper meaning to this?
You truly can't understand my words?
The bloodstained pieces become my strength,
my proof,
my inspiration.
When everyone knows my name,
people will know what you've done.
I don't even know how I stayed so long,
when it all was just a political game,
using pawns,
willing or unwilling.
My words were wasted on you for so long,
trying to get you to understand.
Now I've finally had enough.
Goodbye,
school,
I'm taking my own route from here on in.

Description
What exactly did you wish to see in me?
It was like walking on broken glass,
the things that you said,
hurtful,
but looked almost beautiful with my blood spread on them.
Just because I won't follow you like a puppy means that I'm trash?
You wanted me to be someone else,
didn't you?
To write is to breathe,
and you were choking me,
so to speak
You know,
I've begun not to care about your values.
I can understand certain things,
but why are you denying me things I need?
Unfortunately,
you've become the inspiration to many depressed or anger-crazed works of mine.
You said you cared about me.
What a hypocrite you are.
Why just because of money?
Maybe the reason I'm as good as I am is because of the help those things provided.
Those shattered pieced of bloodstained glass-
I'll be showing them to everyone I know.
Money,
money,
money.
That seems to be all you care about these days.
Not the kids.
Not anyone.
Are you so shallow that you can't see the deeper meaning to this?
You truly can't understand my words?
The bloodstained pieces become my strength,
my proof,
my inspiration.
When everyone knows my name,
people will know what you've done.
I don't even know how I stayed so long,
when it all was just a political game,
using pawns,
willing or unwilling.
My words were wasted on you for so long,
trying to get you to understand.
Now I've finally had enough.
Goodbye,
school,
I'm taking my own route from here on in.