I want the rope to rip
Once I've actually tried to leap off the wooden chair, that is
And I hate myself for being so willing
To oblige to Jones' orders
It wont hurt, right?
Maybe only for the first few seconds
I can take several more seconds of pain
I bet it hurts less than Jones' punches
Mum..
Maybe even Sarah would miss me
She replied to my confession on her desk with a heart
And said she liked the daisies
But it's not like she'll see me on Monday
Because either way, I'd be dead
Jones said it himself yesterday
Just like the movies, he wanted "off with my head"
For some reason I'm still tempted
To free my neck from this rope
Even though I was always born
An extra to this world
Then how I wish
The legs of this chair would break
And once I was safe from the rope
I hope the floor-boards separate
Once I'm sunk in though
I don't want the floor to close-up
I just want a hiding spot
Where I could hide for months
Away from baby Johnny
That's ****** up my share of motherly love
From the minute his eyelids parted
In the background, I have been shoved
Futher away from the other Charlie in the mirror
Who seems to have a habit
Of going hands on hips when I see him
And telling me to run-off
Away from Jones
Far, far away please
I'll stay here for ever if I have to
Just make sure he doesn't find me
I shouldn't have done it
No, not **** myself
Why, oh, why did I
Answer back to the devil himself?
I still can't wrap my head around
Why I decided to speak up
It's not like Jones will shiver and whimper
Just the way I do when he destructs
Deep breaths Charlie
Four-eyed Max leaped off his chair last week
If that old nerd could do it
Then
Stop being a sook and do it already
~Eman A.Q
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC