Pompa mortis magis terret, quam mors ispa

i thought that i could hide the fear that i felt
the fear to come home, the fear to go
the taughting they threw at me tour me to bits
they knew it too they knew that it drove me to the edge
my parents dont care they just sit and they stare
blank stares that cut into me and scream out “FREAK!”
the accompanies of death just breath down my neck
death wants me to fear everything in my live
the accompanies of death are what scares me not death itself
the staring continues as i walk into my room
i shut the door quietly and they dont say a word
i tie the rope to the ceiling fan it creaks
it betrays me as they walk in this note pinned to my jacket
my lifeless form hanging by the neck
they still stare as if they didnt know it was coming
they think to themselves “what did we do?”
ill tell you what you did, you just stood and watched on the sides you would never help me to score with my life
so i decided to end the game, im the ref now not you
the accompanies of death are now a part of me and i am no longer afraid, i no longer fear to leave my house or to come back in i know what i did and im glad
but im only sorry that i broke my ceiling fan.