I wrote this after a kid at my school died. It's not really in any form. I guess it's prose.
AFTER HIS DEATH
Involuntarily, I take my mind off the problem. I don稚 mean to. I should have my share of suffering.
I can稚 worry for the world, bitch. I値l write again. I値l think about the pain it inflicts on me. I値l feel tired and empty, just so people won稚 think I知 cruel.
I知 sorry for thinking about myself. For thinking about how this is going to change my perspective. Fine. I値l make sure my heart has been blackened forever.
Why should I grieve like you when I barely knew him?
