Deep breaths
He breathes death,
Ready to detinate the rage that he kept
His mind's decision seems set
Yes, he's going to destroy them:
These thoughts are all this boy dreamt
He walks the halls of school unoticed
He's furious but he never shows it
Drowns himself in his notebook of poems,
says he doesn't care if anyone knows him
I wonder if he really feels what he speaks
I want to know what the fuck does he seek..
He's bleak, killing himself in thoughts so deep,
that everynight night he's deprived of sleep.
Hates the "fuckin' idiots" in his classes
And all the "fagott nerds" with glasses
He hates smart asses
Hates people by the masses.
He barely knows he's running away
That his emotion is going to waste
Society molded him this way, with clay
His whole life is controlled by dismay
He wakes up in the morning with a sigh
Wondering, how, when, what, and why..
was he created, dropped from the sky
One day he broke down and began to cry
Killing himself from inside, wanting so bad
To die.
No one noticed, No one cared.
He was just there.
Taken for granted,
he is the air.
