Globally, the number one killer of children is diarrhea. Usually, this can be prevented by drugs that cost fifty cents. But I needed that new car, I deserve designer jeans, I have to look good this season, Because life means nothing compared to things.
Blow your brains out, Blow them clean across the wall; Across the empty halls, Across your mothers frantic calls, Across your friends unanswered messages, And all the shit you meant to do but just didn't..
And now my blood splatters faster than I could ever run. Faster than I could ever run.
Sometimes I want to float out my bedroom window; Past the unkept yellow bungalow, Past the fir trees and the winter carcasses of rose bushes, Past all the street lamps and their glow. It's time to go. I feel tired and torn and the soles of my shoes are worn.
This was the fourth time I'd heard the crack of death; In my experience, when someone dies you can hear this pop or crack sound. This was the fourth time I heard the pop of death, life escaping from a body. But this time it was different because that crack came from inside me; It was the snap that severed me from the universe.