Martin was a cutter.
That was his label-true or not he had to live with it.
In their awkward stares, in their avoidance and in the teachers pitying smiles. So did it matter if it was true or not?
Did it matter that he was a person and not just a name.
Martin was a Loner
He didn’t want any friends, they say, so you should stay away before he snaps and kills us all.
Too bad a friend would have made a world of a difference in the daily suffering that was his life.
Martin was suicidal.
They would never guess that they drove him to it.
Ostracised, left out and labelled- never accepted for just being him.
Trying to cope everyday. Parents that aren’t coming back, strangers that are doing their best to be parents.
Too much to deal with
No way to cope
And in the end
Martin IS no more