yhs fanfiction but make it poetry
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The ghost of the lavender-eyed teacher watched as his students did not mourn.
They had laughed at his dead body. They did not care, they had no emotions.
This was the point he was trying to make, you see.
If his death did not matter, why would his life?
After his wife was killed, did he have a purpose?
The ghost of the girl with teal-streaked hair watched as her boyfriend keened.
His best friend laughed at him. He did not care, he had no emotions.
Her face was permanently in tears, doomed to forever weep.
If her death shook one to his core, but did not affect the other, what did that mean?
After her love's spirits were crushed, did she have a place in his broken heart?
The ghost of the fatherly coach watched as his students built his grave.
They seemed too stunned to be sad. They cared, but shock numbed everything else.
He felt oddly satisfied, maybe a little sad.
If his death earned this reaction, did that mean he did good?
After caring so much about them, did his students return the feelings?
The ghost of the pink-haired girl watched as everything descended into chaos.
Everyone was confused, frightened. They did not know if they should care or leave her.
She reveled in this attention, she loved inflicting this pain.
If her death was caused by herself, would those who wanted to kill her feel satisfied?
After she hurt so many people, would everyone feel this end was justified?
The lavender-eyed teacher seeks revenge.
The girl with teal-streaked hair wishes for mercy.
The fatherly coach continues to protect.
And the pink-haired girl runs from those she hurt, the ones who are now as dead as she.
