WTC woke up to the sound of the morning alarm, playing Bruce Springsteen's "Born in the U.S.A." as usual. It pulled him out of his usual happy dream of attending a Jimmy Eat World concert with the girl from math class he had a crush on, but was too shy to ever talk to. As he exited the dream, he entered the reality of his own misery.

"Get up, it's time for school. Don't be a fucking deadbeat your whole life." his father yelled from outside the door.

WTC got up and looked at his Green Day poster on the wall for a few minutes. His eyes teared up a bit as he wished Billie Joe Armstrong could come out of nowhere and save him from himself. He walked into the bathroom and started straightening his hair, wondering why he even wakes up in the morning, if all he finds is misery.

He walked out of the bathroom, coming to a realization: he had no reason to live.

At home

Drawing pictures

Of mountain tops

With him on top

Lemon yellow sun

Arms raised in a V

Dead lay in pools of maroon below

WTC looked downstairs, his father had already left for work. He snuck into his room and looked under the bed, pulling out a large locked box. Taking his lucky knife, he popped the lock and pulled out a handgun. He felt it in his hand, for the first time in his life, he felt like he had power, he had control over his own destiny. Checking to make sure it was loaded, he placed it in his backpack and headed downstairs.

Daddy didn't give attention

To the fact that mommy didn't care

King Jeremy the wicked

Ruled his world

His mother sat on the living room couch watching TV and eating cereal, not offering to make him anything at all. WTC sighed as he made toast, at this point he was used to not getting any attention from her, she stopped caring about him after his younger sister started doing better in school than him and he sunk into the deep depression that his life was now. She would regret this after today.

Jeremy spoke in class today

Jeremy spoke in class today

"Bye." he said to his mother, for the first time in a while. He usually just left without a word, but he figured for today he should say something, since she'd be losing her oldest son today. She, as usual, ignored him, but it made no difference. As WTC left his house and walked to the bus stop, his family was the farthest thing from his mind. At last, he thought. At last I'll be free.

Clearly I remember

Pickin' on the boy

Seemed a harmless little fuck

But we unleashed a lion

Gnashed his teeth

And bit the recess lady's breast

He ignored the usual bullying he got on the bus, kids calling him a "faggot", mocking his hair, his Hot Topic clothing, his facial piercings, the scars he tried to hide, everything about him. Usually it left him crying, but he knew he didn't need to worry. He almost felt like smiling, he knew he was so close to salvation. Just another hour and he'd be finished with it all.

How could I forget

He hit me with a surprise left

My jaw left hurting

Dropped wide open

Just like the day

Like the day I heard

WTC exited the bus and looked at his watch. It was 8:40 AM. He walked into the cafeteria, nobody made any effort to try and talk to him. Not even his old friends, they sat at their table and didn't even acknowledge him. A few minutes passed, and he realized he was done. He was going to wait until lunchtime, to see if maybe someone would show him a few last-minute signs of kindness, but that wasn't going to happen. He was just trying to delay the inevitable.

Daddy didn't give affection

And the boy was something that mommy wouldn't wear

King Jeremy the wicked

Ruled his world

He walked into the center of the cafeteria, ripped open his bag, and pulled out the gun. A girl noticed and screamed, but he didn't care, none of them had anything to worry about. Some teachers glanced over and started coming his way, but it was too late. At 8:46 AM exactly, WTC pointed the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger twice, finally ending the years of misery he's had to live through. He was finally happy, he was finally free.

Jeremy spoke in class today

Jeremy spoke in class today

Try to forget this...

Try to erase this...

From the blackboard.