Mostly Venting. Not Much Rhyming. No Offence Meant.

Everyday, the last ten minute bell rings.
And everyone cheers in excitement of going home.
I'm the only one in my P.E. class who grunts.
And excuses run through my mind to make for you.
I know other people who don't want to go home.
But only for a different reason.
I mostly don't want to go home because I am afraid.
Not of the screaming.
Not of the beating.
But of the blaming.
Everything that goes wrong is because of me.
I don't know how that is.
I mean I don't think I have the power to cause disease.
If I could I would be long gone.
I'm sorry I'm so horrible.
Trust me, I know I am.
And I hate it how my friends say I am all great and stuff.
I am so horrible, a decendent from satan himself.
So why do people like me so much?
I don't understand it whatsoever.
I could be out of there lives.
If only that gun had bullets.
When I pulled that trigger I should have died!
But it seems something unhumane is keeping me alive.
I don't understand it!
JUST LET ME DIE!
And now my life is becoming worse and worse everyday.
Love is getting grayer and grayer.
All becoming either boring, or just too complicated.
And my home is getting deadlier and deadlier.
Soon enough I might not even have to kill myself.
Because some other beings in this house will do it for me.
And school is just complete chaos.
People try to tell me who or who not to be friends with.
I feel like a puppet being tangled up.
With people trying to conquer over me.
I'm only thirteen.
I don't need all this stress.
And some people wonder why I blow up out of no where.
Well, that's why.
The only thing I have to rely on is myself.
And what kind of support is that?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
All I do in my spare time is this.
Vent.
And Vent.
And, guess what, Vent.
I feel like a blob of pale material.
Only here to complain.
And whine.
And cry.
And want to die.
So why does everyone want me in there life?
Why?
Please tell me why...

I Feel The EXACT Same Way....
Gary Thurman Always Asks Me Why I Never Want To Go Home...
And Im Just Like Because I Just Dont Want To.
And He Stares At Me Weird.

Heh, yea.
Just me venting though.

Lol It Was Good....

Lol, zank you.
I just couldn;t hold that in anymore.

Ya i Know What You Mean....