Maybe i should just go out in the woods
and end it all...
Maybe when it’s hot in the summertime...
or in the fall...
i could wait till all the leaves have turned
golden brown
All cause i can’t seem to turn this frown
upside down
i used to ride the bus the wheels would
go round and round
We would paint together in art class
i would act the clown
But now if i heard Your laughter
i wouldn’t be able to
bear the sound
After study hall id go home in that bus
the wheels would go
round and round
Sometimes to see You i would walk
cross the town
We used to rut in the leaves You would say
“don't be too loud…”
i could end my pain in the rain or maybe
a clear day when there is no clouds
it feels like the end My Old Friend and
You are not around
i guess i wish You had lingered at least
for a little while
it’s ok i got nothing to do
and nowhere to go
well at least for now
You wouldn’t understand and i can’t
pretend or show you how
When it wasn’t true
Well i knew…
So i just bowed out…
This poem is about the "ugly lying lady". Her name will never be spoken again by my family. Her lies led to the abuse and molestation of my blood. i will hold grudges and vendettas against their clan, and teach my blood to strike vengefully.
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