Pearls And Beads That Make Us Bleed

2. The Drunken Past

 It was like any regular class, when I saw

There was a draft in the school vents today

I wanted to crawl up inside them, hide forever

But I couldn't, to my dismay

Why isn't there a place, 

To be all alone with somebody?

Why can't there be a place, 

When there's love in a nobody?

I feel like a ghost, roaming the halls,

Invisible but scaring when I go past you

And whenever I say something, no one listens

They always ask me if I'm new

But Grandma came over, once a year like always

She came on over and handed me a box

It was wrapped in christmas paper and a tiny silver bow

While all I heard was the clock's ticks and tocks

I opened it up, and guess what I saw?

A handmade necklace made of tiny pearls and bead

That fit perfectly around my neck

And could choke me, do the deed

I hate that's the first thing I think

Ways to end it all, ways to end it really fast

But my mind is never set on the future, 

It's only on the drunken past

Angela