I’m Here Laying In Bed Thinking To Myself If I’ll Die From My Virus. I Don’t Know What Kind Of Virus I Have, But I Know It’s Getting Worser Each Day. I Have Nothing To Do, And My Horrible Sister Is Watching TV. And My Dad Still Isn’t Talking To Anyone And He’s On His Computer. My Mom Is Almost At Work Everyday. And Me? I’m Just Doing What I Always Do Everyday, Writing About My Feelings, Thinking About How Sick I Am, And Trying To Commit Suicide. I Don’t Really Know What To Do Anymore. I Wish Everyone Had The Life That […]
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Dear Diary
” What’s the use of a title”
They don’t make it
the beautiful die in flame-
suicide pills, rat poison, rope what-
ever…
they rip their arms off,
throw themselves out of windows,
they pull their eyes out of the sockets,
reject love
reject hate
reject, reject.
they don’t make it
the beautiful can’t endure,
they are butterflies
they are doves
they are sparrows,
they don’t make it.
one tall shot of flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
one flame, one good flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
in the sun.
the beautiful are found in the edge of a room