2/22/11
What.Is.Happening?
I sit.
The squat Pen
rests as snug as a gun.
Boom
boom
boom.
Dear |___|,
Stop.
I can't
take it
anymore.
This pain.
This hurt.
This sorrow.
No one
should be able
to live
like this.
I can't take it anymore.
It hurts
too much.
No one
likes me
loves me
or cares about me.
I sit.
The squat pen
rests as snug as a gun.
Old,
alone,
done for.
A single tear
falls on my paper.
Why
aren't you
LISTENING?!?
I CAN'T
TAKE THIS ANYMORE.
I don't want
to go THAT far
BUT IT HURTS.
AND YOU AREN'T
DOING ANYTHING.
HELP!
I'm calling out to you
for love
and hope
and support.
Are you listening?
The squat Pen
rests as snug as a gun.
Boom
boom
boom.
Dear |___|,
Stop.
I can't
take it
anymore.
This pain.
This hurt.
This sorrow.
No one
should be able
to live
like this.
I can't take it anymore.
It hurts
too much.
No one
likes me
loves me
or cares about me.
I sit.
The squat pen
rests as snug as a gun.
Old,
alone,
done for.
A single tear
falls on my paper.
Why
aren't you
LISTENING?!?
I CAN'T
TAKE THIS ANYMORE.
I don't want
to go THAT far
BUT IT HURTS.
AND YOU AREN'T
DOING ANYTHING.
HELP!
I'm calling out to you
for love
and hope
and support.
Are you listening?
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