I don’t want to leave,

I hear the beep.

I pick up the phone,

With a pain in my heart

Getting the message a thousand times,

I want to die.

I want to die.

I want to die.

All the teachers think it’s not that big,

But I don’t think that it’s that small.

I don’t want to see it any more,

As I go in and shove the phone in the draw.

I’m feeling anxious,

I’m feeling angry,

I’m feeling the weight on my shoulders.

No more social media

I take my last breath

Bye Bye.

By Vincent Stephenson