a day to remember

quietly he sneaked away
away from the yelling
away from the kids
away from those that said
we know what it is like
we care
we do
away from the fakes

he slipt past the garbage dumpster
into the forest
away from the school
and away from the misunderstandings

how he fantasized he would slip away
with her
away from the world
with his imaginairy space ship
but now
desolate and depressed he slipped away
alone

walking under the canopy of trees and leaves
up towards the hill
beyond that he knew he would not hear
the tiresome voices and screams of the children
the sound of the bell
as the classes began again
he would not be
there

he found his spot
little moist of the early morning rain
the little rain that wet him
and his appitite
for this moment
as it was fitting this morning
like the sun shines now

he found his patch of moss
he sat
slowly water soaked into his pants
a cold chill as his cheaks
felt the fresh water

he sat
in comfort
even though not dry
just a few meters away
was the edge
where the sound stops
that was enough
for him to be away from it all

he waited
for his space ship
it would come
it should come
but it did not
not like in his dreams
he was there
but it was not

he was even more depressed
thinking it was her who was needed
her they would take
not him
and he felt rejected
again
like all those others
that said they understod
but never showed any intrest

he was sad
tears ran down his face
but a firm grip he caught
as he was sure
he would be left
out

he grabbed for his knive
or realy a sorry excuse for a knive
blunt and rusty
yet he was content with it
he was glad
for it never had failed him
and it would not today

he lay down on his side
in some comfortable manner
and slit his wrisk
it hurt
and stinged
but he did not cry
not one tear
and pride filled his mind

he fainted shortly after


back at school they started to miss him
and some friends went to look for him
they walked almost the same path as he did
and at a clearing heard a buzzing noise
they looked up

what did they see
as they stared towards the blue sky
they stood frozen for a while
and then they shook their heads
unreal it was

they ran to where they thought he would be
some knew or remembered that he spoke of a clearing
a small clearing in the woods on the hill
with a patch of moss
he spoke often of his fascinations
and they always nodded
never realy believing
but now ?
they ran

when they arrived
they only found blood
a pool of blood
with a rusty old knive
his knive

but he was not there
he was not there

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