(just a little poem i wrote)
i saw god in the hallway today
a perfect teenager
a perfect artist
he saw me walk by in the hallway today
a perfect loser
a perfect monument of mockery
i don’t think my friends were in the hallway today
they’re perfectly nice
perfectly invisible
my teachers hid in the hallway today
perfect tragedies
perfect bums
i slit my wrist in the hallway today
a perfect naivety
a perfect suicide