Creativity! :-)

Better make it good

Better make it good

It’s the final thoughts

The final words

The final everything.

I need to go out

With all the bells and whistles

So that everyone knows

What they have done.

All those years of torture

All those years of anger

All those years of hate

Just built up into one final boom

Won’t they be surprised

To see their name in lights

Well not lights per say

But on TV none the less

Maybe then they will understand

That bulling isn’t the answer

Maybe then they will finally get it

That I took about all I could fucking take

And the last grain of sand broke me

It broke me down into a million

Tiny fragile pieces

All in an OCD like pile

Waiting to be picked up

But no one is there

To help put me back together.

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