Me?
And why the hell don’t
You understand?
I’m gettin' sick of this.
Everything.
The damn birds
Chirpin'
Make me want to slam
The window shut so
Hard the glass would
Shatter so I could
Slit my wrist with
The pieces.
Each and every
Piece
One by
One to get
Blood on every one.
Isn’t it funny how
Fresh
Blood
Is so damn
Pretty to look at but the
Second it dries it turns
Ugly as hell and
Makes you want to
Bury it.
Age 16