my body hits the floor.
as i think of what i've done before.
i think i might kill meself.
with a picture on my shelf.
this my not be what you wanna hear.
so get the heck outta here.
i'm not really trying to ryeme.
but i know i will in time.
oh crap it's time for bed.
but soon i might be dead.
but one thing before i go.
please let everyone know.
i am haunted with my memories.
i cant just let them be.
i tould my dad i like black.
and then i got smacked.
someone tell my kitty sam.
that i didn't mean to call her pam.
someone tell my dad.
i knew he never had my back.
will somebody please tell bri.
it was me that dropped her ring.
someone tell brooke.
to get a fishing hook.
someone tell my friends.
who i really am.
i laugh at others pain.
i hate a boy named lain.
i grin when im punched.
because i want to.
im laughed at when i cry.
sometimes i could just die.
because they dont understand.
who i really am.
i have a stuffed cat.
who sits on my back.
im always bruised.
because i always lose.
sometimes i feel like gir.
and the world is zim.
just because of him...
i wont say anymore.
someones at my door.