Good student

I don’t understand,
Why you endure this torture.
What crime have you done?

You are a great student,
So why now are you falling?
It all makes no sense.

Throat closed up, hands tight,
Breath held in, I say ‘good-bye’,
Eyes shut, the curtains close.

Dried up, dried out now,
This is no place for a child.
Your time has not come.

You don't want this answer

“Don’t try and talk to her, she won’t answer.”
Yes, I will answer.
I will answer with a chorus of screams,
And a hell fold of lashing tongues.
They won’t be answers you want to hear,
But those answers are the answers you’ll get.