I was so bored today...that I started looking through a bunch of my old folders and junk.
and on some old homework or notes or something...I found this poem scribbled in the margin:
Sometimes, the only possible answer is this
But then you remember who you're going to miss.
And life suddenly seems so clear
So you're wondering why you ended up here.
Just then it comes to you, like it never went away.
The reason for your immediate dismay.
Your friends left you, your family doesn't care.
Even your mind is forgetting your share.
Again, the answer is simple: you don't deserve your life.
Please stop crying and just pick up that knife...
With one smooth motion, the hair will fall.
Now no longer will you seem small.
You look in the mirror to see how short it now seems,
Then out the window you go to follow your dreams.
O.o weird...
judging by the handwriting I'd say it's around 8th grade.
Which is like...2004/5
o.o dang.
I feel old now ._.
I'm gonna go take a nap.
mmmhmm...nap.
and on some old homework or notes or something...I found this poem scribbled in the margin:
Sometimes, the only possible answer is this
But then you remember who you're going to miss.
And life suddenly seems so clear
So you're wondering why you ended up here.
Just then it comes to you, like it never went away.
The reason for your immediate dismay.
Your friends left you, your family doesn't care.
Even your mind is forgetting your share.
Again, the answer is simple: you don't deserve your life.
Please stop crying and just pick up that knife...
With one smooth motion, the hair will fall.
Now no longer will you seem small.
You look in the mirror to see how short it now seems,
Then out the window you go to follow your dreams.
O.o weird...
judging by the handwriting I'd say it's around 8th grade.
Which is like...2004/5
o.o dang.
I feel old now ._.
I'm gonna go take a nap.
mmmhmm...nap.