Life is weird
Afterall, what do we live for?
The next day never comes
But only today repeats.
Why do we compare sticks with stones
For they both hurt my bones with bruises.
And when did school matter?
For i just sit in class all day dreaming of leaving
And to be free from this hell
Or is the hell after death worse?
My mind won't shut up
And my mouth needs to stop thinking
So that i may hold the peace of those around me
For they hate me.
I am a mad
Crazed and a raving lunitic
That runs through the streets
In mere sport
As they all fall behind
Lost in the whirlwind of my thoughts
For no one understands me.
I am dead
In this dark room
Where only uncoherent noise
Penetrates through the cracks,
Leaking out of the hole
I have cut on my face
That i wish to sow up.
Instead, i am dead
Alone to suffer
In the prison that i have created
For i am more of a discomfort to others
Then welcome company
A pain to bear to anyone willing to bear it
But who is foolish enough
To bear this burden
Of thinking like me?
Of hearing my madness for all eternity?
And to never hear the sweet sound of
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