I'm just so tired
Of this **** soaked room
And this poorly glued together family
And I'm tired
Of all these issues being ignored
Of the baby being ignored
Of personally being ignored
Tired of
Watching the entire bloodline use different ways to escape reality
And I'm tired of
Heading dad say how bad it is
And hire he's so much better then mom
And then sending us to her house

Maybe one day
When I'm tired of
Being so lazy
I'll just off myself
To make things easier

Red is blood,
Blood is red,
What difference does it make?
Roses bright,
Thorns *****,
Fangs bite,
Thirst slaked,
Queen of Roses,
Queen of the Un-dead,

Roses are red, Violets are blue, Ultra-violet burns, While roses bloom.

Could I stoop so low to never drink from a glass?
Would I go snooping in the middle of the night looking for a bite?
Would I ever need to question when I have an eternity to be wise?
Missing Tom & Jerry for a meal of cat and mice
Missing Saturday morning cartoons doing Sudoku in a casket
Or how about missing a class with the wonderful Ms. Diane
Doodling ghouls, ghosts and everything that bumps in the night
While she never fails to put on a smile
But math blows, why should I learn to count?
When I can learn everything from the Count

She and I lay out
under the stars once
To find shooting stars
and privacy.
She told me she loved me,
and held me close,
And I believed her.
But in the darkness
I couldn't see her eyes.