Cast Iron

As you walk down the halls you hid yourself as if you didn't exist.  That's how you feel, as if you don't exist.  I can see the bruises I can see the pain.  On your face it's written with drying teardrops in place.  I know it's rough but, you are so tough.  Don't you say you're not because you are holding on for some reason.  You say you're okay, I know you're not.  The smile is just a cover up.  The words that she says to you; the punches she throws at you put dents into your cast iron but, don't break, please, hold on.  Just on more day hold on to what I say.  Realize it will someday get better maybe not today, wipe the tears off of your face.  Don't let go.  You came to school today; I could tell it had been a rough night.  You put your hands up against your face and I could see the slits down your wrist.  You're still hanging on by a thread but that thread is breaking.  It's breaking all down.  But hold on when you've had enough I know it really is rough.  Please don't say goodbye.  I know that on the inside you are saying "this is it".  Hold on let this be a sign you'ere worth it to me.  The black and blue means you're strong.  The red means you're torn.  Hang on to me.  You're worth it.  To me.