Pencils will write,
Scissors will cut.
Why go to school,
When you are a fool?
You used to have friends,
But that will all end.
Write a letter,
And hopefully you'll get better. Stop seeking attention,
It may not be your intention.
But you have it all wrong.
Please can we all just get along?
I want to have friends,
I want to laugh and joke.
Even though sometimes I wish you would choke.
You annoy me a lot so then I yell.
But please, do not tell.
Pencils will write,
But they also stab.
Scissors will cut,
But they will slice and chop.
Open your eyes,
And let me see the light fade away.
This was your doing,
It didn't have to end like this.
Not at all.
The day I smile,
Is the day you'll lay in a box.
So brown and plain.
With my clothes so red,
I'll walk away in happiness.
A pep in my step.
To know you won't be a pain.
Alone and dead...
You'll know my pain,
Of being alone and sad.
It may be bad,
But I smile in glee.
A walk in the woods is just what I need.
It's where I can clear my mind, at this time.
I pull out a little, white sphere from my pocket.
And look at it.
They never did find her eyes.
But it's not like she used them.
So I took them, it's not like she would care.
I can't believe I breathe the same air.
As that creature
with those features.
It's a funny little thing.
Because...
"αɳ ҽყҽ ϝσɾ αɳ ҽყҽ ɱαƙҽʂ ƚԋҽ ɯԋσʅҽ ɯσɾʅԃ Ⴆʅιɳԃ"
