We all ask this question from time to time...
Why are we here?
For what pupose should we go on?
I've pondered this myself actually...
People...
They just see me as a happy green guy...
That just makes jokes to brighten there day
But there wrong
Every single one...
Is wrong about me
For if i was to end my life with the knife i have clenched in my hand...
Nothing...
It would just end...
Would anybody care?
I don't think so
Nobody takes me serious at all
Especially her...
I hear a knock at my door
I ask who it is...
Who ever it is answers it's Raven
As i hold the knife i ask what does she want
She tells me everybody is going to get pizzaand she asks if i would like to come...
Why would she ask me to come with her?
I hide the knife in my drawer and greet her with a smile
As i walk out of the tower...
My mind drifts to the knife in my drawer but...
Then it goes to her...
So what do you think? i tried another BB/sucide poem again... i like this one... the tother was way more angsty though... and just to let you know i have a bad case of writers block on Beast Boy's suffering but i'll try and shake it off as soon as i can