dear to whom-it-may-concern
theres no point in living
if i dare to grow up my brain will keep killing itself till its crushed to grain
all while im forced to suffer and cause pain to another
but im not gonna grow up.
im gonna stay young forever.
but when i feel so sore death doesnt seem like a bad option anymore.
when thunder starts rolling ill be overdosing
the kid whose school will mourn her loss,
and then toss out a tribute to act like they werent the cause.
