Journal (Boyxboy)

Untitled Part 2

He smirked down at me, knowing I had heard him and ignored him. I saw a flash of a photo and he set it on my desk, I snatched it and shut it in my journal. "Thanks," Ryan nodded and I turned my music up louder.

It was called The Bird and The Worm by the Used. I loved the song. Sometimes it spoke for itself and that's what I felt like today... I worm crawling away from a bird. Oddly.

"He wears his heart

Safety pinned to his backpack

His backpack is all that he knows

Shot down by strangers

Whose glances can cripple

The heart and devour the soul

All alone he turns to stone

While holding his breath half to death

Terrified of what's inside

To save his life he crawls

Like a worm from a bird

Crawls like a worm from a bird

Out of his mind away

Pushes him whispering

Must have been out of his mind

Mid-day delusions of pushing this out of his head

Maybe out of his mind

All alone he turns to stone

While holding his breath half to death

Terrified of what's inside

To save his life he

Crawls like a worm from a bird

Crawls like a worm from a bird

All he knows

If he can't believe it it grows

And so it goes

He crawls like a worm

Crawls like a worm from the bird

Out of his mind away

Pushes him whispering

Must have been out of his mind

All alone he turns to stone

While holding his breath half to death

Terrified of what's inside

To save his life he crawls

Like a worm from a bird

Crawls like a worm from a bird

All alone

He's holding his breath half to death

Terrified to save his life

He crawls like a worm

Crawls like a worm from a bird

Crawls like a worm from a bird

Crawls like a worm from a bird

Crawls like a worm

Crawls like a worm

Crawls like a worm from a bird"

I know I just wrote a lot and wasted paper. I don't really care. It gave me something to do in class. Something I enjoyed. I loved pissing off my teachers, since they can't take this away from me.

Ryan turned around towards me and started to say something. I watched him for a few seconds as he seemed to be talking to me. Then I snorted and paused my music, "Dude, I didn't hear a word you were saying." I slid my headphones into my pocket while he complained and began to explain things again.