i lost track of time
i'm sorry i can't seem to do anything right
but there's no fucking need for you to yell at me
to tell me that i
"apparently don't know how to do anything"
when you aren't in my room
that's not how it works
there's no fucking need
for you to make a big deal out of
almost tripping over a computer cord
then mumbling "i'm gonna break my darn neck"
no you won't if you look where you're going
then you pick up the cord and toss it
i hope the fuck you did break it, then you're forced to buy me a new computer
but you'll say why should i you never do anything
and you wonder why in 7th grade i was suicidal
well news flash- i still am
it's because of you
most of all there's no fucking need for you to
slam my door after yelling at me
there's no fucking need to do anything that you do to me
YOU ARE READING
double sided
Non-Fictionshort stories and poems that i'll write. the names will be the dates i originally wrote them followed by a title i give it.
