Classroom

There is this deadly silence,

Which makes me feel 

Like I'm grieving

My own death. 

A pain that can be felt,

As the windows 

That were left open,

Still couldn't remove 

The negativity out of the room,

Which was suffocating 

To its own death.

Is it why I still have tears?

To make more friendships, 

To add more fears, 

While not another word

Comes out of my mouth,

Nor do I move my lips.

How they sat,

While it all happened. 

Even a filled room,

Sounded like an empty one.

Thirty or so were they, 

Who made it look empty.

They laughed,

When I cried. 

Cried inside which they couldn't see,

They say that,

Only a real friend 

Can lift you up,

When no one has noticed 

That you've fallen.

They did prove, 

None of them were mine.

The door creaked 

Hinting screams of a girl 

Who was forced 

To hide what she felt

They screamed, 

"Shut up!"

How ironic it is,

That I learned how to swim 

In a classroom 

And not a pool,

Rather say an ocean

Filled with tears,

All alone.