the room is spinning......upside down.
I am in a freaking bad mood.Iam not in a good mood,Im so confused.I am bored....no one calling me i thinkk Jake might have called me,I love that kid....he is awsome.....I keep writing poems and i want to post them but you all suck and never comment....or if you are Rachel,then you leave "constructive criticsm"Which i don't like so ....I will just keep evrything i write in my journal.....and when i kill myself they will publish it and I will be the famous dead 15yr old poet.
She burst with insane laughter.
She's gonna do it all the way.
Now there's blood an your floor.
So pretend to cry,then you'll complain
Now your beige carpet is stained.
Drained of her young life.....what a pity
The beige floor is tinted pink.
There was her death.
Suicides stink.
Ha yeah I wrote this when i was thinking about my dad and nancy and what they would do if i slit my wrist all over their clean beige carpet,would they cry....would they move me over and clean up the blood while the abulance was coming .....it's so funny to think about
She burst with insane laughter.
She's gonna do it all the way.
Now there's blood an your floor.
So pretend to cry,then you'll complain
Now your beige carpet is stained.
Drained of her young life.....what a pity
The beige floor is tinted pink.
There was her death.
Suicides stink.
Ha yeah I wrote this when i was thinking about my dad and nancy and what they would do if i slit my wrist all over their clean beige carpet,would they cry....would they move me over and clean up the blood while the abulance was coming .....it's so funny to think about