Education, wanted by all.
Doodles, will be the fall.
Sitting in class,
one synchronized mass.
Trying to grab,
all the knowledge to be had.
Distractions are to prevalent.
The idea, so malevolent.
Doodles, the silent killer.
Turns the warm glow of knowledge into a chiller.

What is there to do?
Sleep, awakened by alarm.
Go to class.
Pay attention.
Notes.

Now it's time to work!
Clock into your demise.
Eight hours later,
going home.
Tired.

Now I have to study.
Finals are coming up
Worried about grades.
Homework *****.
Done.

Now it's late at night,
I need to sleep.
Distractions, texting, games.
Finally asleep.
Relaxed

Wake up and do it all again.

A four leaf clover
The dream of youth
The concept, crazy
The thought, awesome
But in the real world
This isn't True.
Luck is a state of mind
Mystical thought
Known only by you
Secrets revealed
It is created
Luck is true but fake
It is all fate.

The environment is a beautiful place.
But what is being done to it will make you pace.
The world against people, that's a huge case.
The need for resources shouldn't be a race.
People don't realize the damage that is being done.
This problem is becoming a bad pun.
Our resource use is on the run.
We are too destructive, like a gun.
The world can be saved if everyone would just help.
Life on earth can be protected, from birds to kelp.
It would be easy to do, so don't yelp.
We are intelligent people, so stop acting like a whelp.
Right now we are up against the wall.
The planet is beginning to fall.
If we the people ignore the call,
There will be nothing left.

Numb.
Dizzy.
Everything blurs together.

I look down.
Red.
Blood.
It trickles down my legs.

I stare at it
before wiping it off.
Everything is soaked with my blood.
Yet I continue.

Cut.
Cut.
Cut.

Who knows
how many hundreds of times?
Just until I am
     *numb