You
Do not have the right
To come bursting in my life
To make me feel this way about
You

You
Do not have the right
To call me
Beautiful
Babe
To say
I love you
And then leave
Without a trace
Without a sound

Out of sight
But not
Out of

Mind

there ain't no place in the world
for a boy with a broken heart
and a torn up wrist
with a noose in the closet

because we are supposed to be men
strong and emotionless
and not this ******* wreck
i have become instead

We are the "Fighting Tigers".
Sure.
We fight, all right.
But not in the way others think.

We fight with our fists.
An for the stupidest reasons you could think of.
"Oh, *****! You ****** my man! Imma beat ya *** now!"

Seriously?
You're in highschool.
Not MTV.

Here's what they say about tigers,
"tigers are perhaps the most emotional of the big cats. They react to stimulation of any type to a greater degree than do other species"

Says a lot about us.
Such a drama filled school.
Reacting to the littlest things.

Such as a smack on the arm.

We're highschool.
Not Pre-K.

These people make me ashamed to be apart of this school.

Pants sagging below their butts.
Talking like you're in kindergarten.
No wait.
They talk better than you.

Women degrading their bodies.
Having *** before they turn 15.
Dressing so their **** are overflowing from their shirts.
Threatening to bust out of their too small shirts.

Yup, for such an amazing animal,
We act much les than that.

We sure are, "The Fighting Tigers"

You hear the ticking of the clock
Steady, droning on and on
Marking the path to death
A long, harrowing journey

You heard the ticking of the clock
Or rather, you thought you did
Until the sudden revelation that it was a bomb
Intent on shortening that journey quite considerably

Eternal flame burning so bright
Spark grown huge in the depths of my heart
Consuming any other emotion
Destroying any chance I had at resisting
The Temptation I found
When I gazed into your eyes for the first time
Feeling my body flooded with warmth
Caused only by true love
I must make you mine

Darling, the end has come
I must depart into the sunset
Leaving you forever
In search of heaven or hell
Where ever God deems a soul like me worthy of living

Understand that I did the best I could
I fought this war for years
There is nothing left for me to give
So when you stumble upon a hanging boy
Try to understand, it is a blessing to me
An escape from the torments of the world