I sit alone at my own table with my book. Dressed in black from head to foot.
“look at the weirdo,” they all exclaim.
But nobody knows my pain.
I’ll kill you all someday,
And maybe it’ll be today.
But do you really deserve to die?
Or do you deserve to cry.
Cry over the loss of parents and loved ones like i have many nights.
And then see all of the fights.
See my pain and agony,
but don’t be mad at me.
For Daddy you always said,
Too hop into bed.
Leave me alone and quit haunting me.
For I’ll make you all pay, you’ll see.