We sit here with our pitiful little lives
Ants. ******* ants
line our poetry on the left side
Why?
Because it makes me feel safe
when I'm never safe
can't feel safe
I speak lines in my head
waiting for the boom
the rush
the power
that never comes
because I'm an ant
I cry
but tears aren't worth anything
human bodies like gods
goddesses
we destroy them
all of them
minds
spirits
we destroy everything
not sure why
1 in 12
seems corny but these are the teens that will try to die
pick your friends
write their names
now for every 12 pick the one that will die
do you understand?
how's that for ******* real
I sit here
waiting for the bomb to drop
but it doesn't because on this world
the only reasons for me to live
are the reasons I give myself