and if you go, run don't walk. and if you scream, SCREAM, don't talk

Woke up, another fuck in mind
incoherency to the lyrics 'living life like it's going out of style'
running through my foggy morning mind. Meaning what? Nothing ever makes sense.
School, and oh those goddamn flags.
Get through, then drag off to art.
Bullshit. Bull fucking shit. Value, stippling, line....oh so 6th grade. I want more from this.
Depression, and maybe just plain calm. Sleeping throught the day, ignoring stupid funnies.
Asleep in biology, passed out in math. Awaken...to the shuddering feeling of walking off a curb/cliff. and falling...oh falling.
I hope no one had noticed, the sudden jerk.
So emo boys, and is that what he is trying to be? With the hair, and the look, but he will never be.
Football and emo don't mix.
Spanish, im so close to failing. One more year, one more passing grade.

Running away from the repeats,
but
im so close to falling, hiding, dying.
Im not sure, if it's worth it to you...to save me. I know it's not to me.
Poetically depressed
and im just a tragedy

The tears just wouldn't stop
and then the blood, it ran
Im going with my heart
or nowhere
Personified bullets, and smirking guns
'violent frustration
he cries out to God, or maybe No One'

Im alone. In my mind, in my world. So twisted, fucked, and wrong
masochistic, dirty, tainted
with dreams of nothing.

Oh, i've dreamt of death

and it was nothing, and everything. Ashes, angels, kisses, sweet last fucks.
Cracks along the asphalt...


He stood tall
and he yelled
and he takes his own life