A keresés eredménye

I’m bitter

On the way back home with the dusk falling into a color of deep red
I kicked the stones on the ground as my eyes kept welling up with tears
Surely no-one would notice
Even if, for example, I were to be gone tomorrow
 
And so, I bid them farewell
And as expected each and every one of them pretends to not notice
The withered chrysanthemums stain the desk
As someone laughed in the corner of the classroom
 
I’m bitter without being able to say it to anyone
I’m bitter I don’t have a place where I can feel at ease or even anywhere to take refuge
Let’s play? Don’t look at me with those cold eyes
Because even if you beat me up I’ll endure it
 
You pretend like you can’t hear them whispering,
Gouging out an open wound that’s throbbing with pain
There are as many smiling faces as there are bruises
Teacher, will you praise me?
 
The blue sky that could be seen from the classroom window,
That was the only friend I had
I’m sorry
I took the weak way out
I’m lonely
 
I’m bitter I was able to get away from the pain, but
I’m bitter I remained in solitude
I’m envious I should’ve lived strongly if I had the courage to die
 
Ah, goodbye
 
Perpetrators, let’s play!