Now this is a story all about how
My life had been flipped and turned upside down
Let's take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell ya how I tumbled down the stairs

I was chilling with the fam
We were watching Voltron
When something happened
That made me go "WOT?!"

I thought it'd be funny
To pretend to throw
Myself down the stairs
I said "Down I go!"

I went down a couple
And then a few more
I never intended
To go all the way to the floor

I kept falling
Headfirst into each step
It was scary
But I couldn't get a grip

I tried to grab on
To the rail of the stairs
But all was a fail
As I couldn't hold on

I felt the hope slip
Out of my grip
As I fell down the stairs
Laughing to tears

Or was I crying?

Nah

It was pretty funny

Even though my friends didn't try to save me.

You know what's sad?
The fact that I spend my free time
Thinking of ways to hide
My sadness.

The fact that I have to think
Of an excuse for
Why my arm hurts
And bleeds.  

It's hard to hide the scars
Of my past
And my present
And my future.  

Knowing that a teacher could
Find my writing
And try to censor me
Again.

I'm sick of being told
That I can't say
What I feel because
It makes others uncomfortable.

I'm tired of being told
That I have to live
Because if I die
It will makes others uncomfortable
To remember me.

Sorry?
It's not really your decision
To decide if I live or die
It's mine
And I choose-

I swear to god
These never make sense
But that's just me
Never making sense
It's not a style
It's just me
I don't try hard enough
I really never had
Because what's the point in trying
When you always think it's ****?
This is all ****
And I've accepted that
There's not a point
In getting my hopes up
That I'll ever do something good enough
For the world to look at and go:
"Wow"
"Cool"
"That doesn't actually ****!"
Because it does
I already knew this
I've known from the start
That starting this
Would bring out all of my thoughts
The ones I try my hardest to avoid
They're dangerous
These thoughts
They shouldn't be read
But here I am
Sharing them with you
You poor soul
Stop reading now
Or you'll regret it
Because I'll give you a reminder:
It doesn't get any better
You'll never get this moment back
You spent this time
Reading a ****** poem
That doesn't even rhyme
It doesn't even have a name

Memes, memes,
What a wonderful thing!
They're funny, and punny,
And all around lovely!

But sometimes memes can be
Sad...
They can be very, very
Bad...
They can make you feel
Upset...
They can make you feel
regret...

I am sad.
Sad that I grew to
Love.
Sad that I got to know
You.
You beautifully, horrible
Meme.

Garry, come home.