Another pointless poem

It’s decent but not nearly as good as your cancer poem. Just my opinion. Then again I’ve never been a cutter, and though I’ve roommated with a few of them over the years I really don’t understand the cutting phenomena. My thing has always been punching a wall. The last time I took out a cupboard, it tore up my hand and blood splattered on the wall. But that was six months ago and I haven’t felt the need to go “there” again since. Plus it cost me $150 to replace the cupboard. I suppose I understand cutting a bit, just not passionately. A decent poem though nonetheless.

No problem. If I try to sit down and write one it usually doesn’t come out very good. So lately my true moments of inspiration have been at the oddest times, where I have to ask someone if they have a pencil and paper handy so that I can write. Usually people think it’s pretty strange. No big deal though.

I was thinking a bit ago about how there are a lot of teenagers on this website. The 2006 suicide stats (the latest year that has suicide statistics) show that white males aged 20-25 kill themselves far more than other other group, in America at least. But I’m not surprised that there’s a lot of teenagers on here. I’ve been through so much since I was a teenager I sort of forgot what it was like. But now that I spent some time thinking about it, I remember that it was completely a fucking nightmare. The bulk of my memories from age 8-19 just has the feel of a pain cloud of blocked-out memories, I think I blocked a lot of it out, the memories from then just have the feel that I served out a long sentence. K-12 is like prison, I’m amazed that I survived it. After I dropped out when I was 15 I was homeless from then until 25, save for a couple years indoors from working 50-hr weeks and barely paying the rent, and of course, dying inside. But with all the hell in the homeless world, I have to say that it was better than school, and given the choice again between the two I would take the cardboard box! How is school these days? It looks like a fucking nightmare, from the looks of it far more cruel than when I was in school. I feel for you guys, seriously. And even though school can be such a cruel experience I still recommend that everyone stay in there as long as they can, because school is basically the way to a happy life. No two ways about it. No matter where you go, everyone thinks they’re the shit, it’s 100% about them and they’d prefer it to be 0% about you, everything revolves around the dollar, you have it they worship you you don’t have the dollar and they assume the worst things imaginable about you and will treat you accordingly to those little thoughts of theres. If you can soldier your way through school and abusive homes (I come from an abusive home and I imagine in this economy that many if not all of you do as well), at least you will have dollars, and from there you can do whatever you want, even be a good person if that’s what you want to do. Damn, that was one hell of a run-on sentence.