suicide

coming of age

you taunt and you laugh

and push me against the wall

slap me around and have your fun

trip me over and watch me fall

you take my bag and all my books

and scatter them on display

then you kick me while i'm down

and you spit on my face

so i lie there on the floor

feeling useless and alone

until i struggle to my feet

and shuffle my way home

then i walk into the door

where the drunk watches me

he asked me where i've been

with disbelief he starts to scream

then he walks over to where i stand

and shoves me to the floor

then i run with all my might

to my room to shut the door

where he bangs and he bangs

yelling for me to come out

covering up my ears

theres to much noise, to much shouts

i hide within my closet

with all these thoughts in my head

i wish my mother were here

but shes not. because shes dead

i just want this to end

i can't take anymore

so i reach into my shoe box

while he kicks down the door

i wait for him to come

then i pull out the gun

the look of suprise

as he has nowhere to run

but then i point it at myself

and i shed one last tear

"i can't take this anymore....

i don't wanna be here"