Nobody would notice me
I never am noticed
I hide in the shadows
I am unknown
I should die
I should lock myself in the bathroom
And down more than just a drop of bleach
I should write something blaming everyone
I should grab that steak knife in the holder
And slit my throat
I should ask my friends what they would do if I died
And see if they joke
I’m serious about those questions you guys
Dead
Serious
What would you do?
I should sneak out at night and hang myself from the flag poll
Good old America
Fuck that
I should jump off the building
I should post my school and picture up all over the internet
And hope another psychopath finds it
And hope he cuts me up and leaves me in my idiot guidance counselor’s office
I should die.
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Sick of Crying. Tired of Trying. Yeah I'm Smiling But Inside I'm Dying: Volume 2
PoesíaSome of my more recent poems with songs added to them. This is Volume 2, so be sure to also check out Volume 1. I'll have another 60 in this book as well.