the students all tease me
the teachers all hate me
the classes all bore me
so why should i attend school?
the employees all loathe me
the boss wants to fire me
the work means nothing to me
so why should i go to work?
the lyrics confuse me
the music scares me
the sound disinterests me
so why should i listen to songs?
the rope itches my neck
the blade irritates my wrist
the tears sting my eyes
but why do i keep doing it?
the people don't care for me
they wouldn't even notice
i could quietly slip away
so why don't i just leave?
the note is left for no-one
the door is locked for no reason
the screams are muffled for no purpose
and finally, i don't have to care
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Puisii won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
