today has been the worst

i just cant fukkin take it nemore

first i wuz gona go of 2nite 2 smoke up with the other death cab 4 cutie outkasts behind the school

but it turns it my FUKKIN parents say im grounded cuz some old **** saw me puttin ‘grafeetee’ up on her house

she just doesnt understand i wuz tryin to share a litl piece of my soul with her daughter

puttin a piece of me on the wall outside her room, its ART ok, its PURE an its ME and if she cant understand that fuk her

i put my tears and my blood into that (cuz i tripped and fell and there wuz this rly sharp rock there that hurt rly bad) an they just **** it all away

ill get bak at them all though, theyll know not to fuk with me nemore, ive decided 2 end it all

but the only thing in the medecine cabinet are a bottle of old flinstone vitemin tablets an a bottle of paroxide, i duno how many tablets i hav 2 take 2 overdose, and the paroxide smells reel bad, i dont think it would taste good so w/e

wat should i do pls help

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the poetry of my soul:

my heart bleeds

my mind needs

my soul yearns

to become feed for worms