aaand more writing. . read if you're one of my buds from OSU

May 05, 2005 13:16

Friends from OSU will appreciate this one.
Shoulders down, brisk steps

I hate walking to class in the winter

Pocketed hands freed, flick the ash

I’m puffin like a blue haired train

One foot, then the other

Just going through the motions

Sit down, pen writes

God, I’m not going to pass this.

Doors open, flint sparks

Fuck, I’m not cut out for this cold

Music on, walk fast

Backpack’s full of my future

Bag dropped, lay down

This shit’s exhausting sometimes

Phone rings, voice speaks

Never thought I’d hear from you again

Voice speaks, phone drops

I don’t want her to die

Tears fall, words said

I’ll come see her Thursday

Next day, too late

She died at 3 am

Bags packed, more tears

I’ll be home soon

Flint sparks, breath deep

Damn it’s cold out here

Dried mascara, black clothes

It’s been a week since she died

Too many, too fast

My old family is less 3

Nicotine blood, can’t cry

This is the 4th this year

First love, shotgun blasts

Never told him how I felt

Cold ground, closed casket

Never hear Good Day Sunshine again.

Drive back, life waits

It’s been two weeks since I’ve been in class

Feet drag, cigs gone

Backpack’s heavier than usual

Books open, notes spread

There’s too much to be done

Chest seizes, breath stops

I can’t catch up, there’s too much now

Rec room, video games

Anything to distract me now

Grades lost, classes failed

My scholarship’s pretty fucked now

Family calls, don’t answer

Can’t take them right now

How’s school? Good grades?

One more thing to make me break

Classes failed, people dead

Anxiety piles on top of shit

Can’t catch up, at the edge

Just one more thing to make me break.
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