does it look like i want to talk about my problems with you?
i wanted to be alone.
that is why i walked away.
maybe you should take a hint.
i am supposed to be their punching bag.
but i will not stand for the pain of their words and fists.
i will walk away from them.
that is why they hate me.
i am supposed to be their pride and joy.
but i never will be
and that is where they take their anger out.
another missing assignment.
another failed test.
"what has gotten into you?"
they don't understand what is happening
inside my brain.
they never do.
i am supposed to be a friend
but i cannot get online enough to talk enough.
and they ask me,
"where have you been?"
no excuse is good enough for them.
we fall apart.
but when the only good thing in my life leaves,
i will not wait for them to understand anymore.
for there is a rope around my neck every day.
and i am just waiting for the ice under my feet to melt.
just like my will to live.
i am a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.