Divided in the lunch room <br />Are the people that are here <br />Some sit far away <br />Some sit very near <br />The table in the corner <br />Holds the silence of the room <br />As all the gothis kids dont talk <br />And just eat in piercing doom <br />The table in the middle <br />Holds the popular crowd <br />The ones in which who's group <br />I'm surely not allowed <br />Then there are the rednecks <br />The skaters and the geeks <br />The ones who feel their lives <br />Are horrible for a week <br />Then there is me <br />Sitting at the end <br />All by my lonesome self <br />Hopeing for a friend <br />Wishing just one person <br />Would come and save my soul <br />From all this pain <br />Inside this deep dark hole <br />Reach in and pull me out <br />Tell me it's ok <br />So I dont have to cry <br />And cut my wrists today<br /><br />Cheyenne Ashley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-lunch-period/
