Not Anymore

I live in a house big enough for a god
I have material possessions out the ass
And everyone thinks that its odd
That my life is so fucked up
That my wrists are all cut up
I know I have it made
Won't you just shut the fuck up?
I took my heart and I just tore it out
When I sliced my wrist and made the blood pour out
Yeah that was yesterday but today
I'm okay
The cuts healed up
The scars are my tokens
Right now I'm walking to the place where I was broken
"Hi teacher, fuck you!"
Then the gunshot, her clothes are soaking
The scarlet blood flows
Her eyes roll back in her head
The bitch who let me fall
Just fell down dead
The kid's all flee
"Was it something I said?"
No sir. It was what you lead
Me to believe
That I was nothing
A failure
Well look at me now
You're all running from me
"He's got a gun, get down!"
Here comes the bully
Pleading for his life
"I'll spare you from a bullet!"
But watch out for the knife
Lets put a smile on that face
"Why so serious?"
At this point I'm fucked up and delirious
From the drugs I injected
And the knife just finished
The kid's face is dissected
"Please let me live!"
"But you killed me inside"
"Are you gonna kill me to?"
"Thats for me to decide"
At the end of it all
12 people died
Myself included
A murder-suicide.
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This doesn't reflect me, who I am, what I think like, or what my future plans are. It is a poem, nothing more.