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nobody to go home to call on the telephone I wonder if everyone hates me and if I should die I wonder if a tear would fall from anyone's eyes Why does it even matter if I listen to the teachers lesson Ill probably go to jail for possession of a murder weapon Sometimes I sit in the dark full of pain and hatred wondering if I should fill those halls with blood shed what if I took someone else's life to make my pain subside what if the bullet that took there life didn't stop the ride the ride that my mind goes through about the dead the constant wishing that someone else's life would end would it feel better if someone was dead and shaking or would it just leave my mind still battered and breaking no one has ever felt the explosion of these thoughts your mind getting devoured by wasted plots the plots of my peers tearing my heart out the plots of the girls that will soon scream my name out I will kill them all leaving them dead and lifeless this gun with me walking down the hall no reason to hide this no more pain no more sorrow no more of the anger these bullets graze the head of an unlucky strangers I walk further on killing my only friends sister the last words she spoke were please no mister its funny how polite people get to save there own life when I know all I did was kill somebody's future ex-wife so why does it matter whether i kill these useless people it makes me feel so much better and releases the evil last and most definitely least to die would be myself if I was still alive the rest of my life would be spent in a cell |