Mar 2013
The words buzz,
Like Wasps in my ears,
That I can never seem to get rid of,
"You did this to him,
It's your fault."
But I couldn't do anything,
I watched from my seat,
As it played out on the big screen,
Every pill,
Every attempt,
Until he finally got it right,
Laying there,
In front of the school building,
He had jumped to his grave.
Like Wasps in my ears,
That I can never seem to get rid of,
"You did this to him,
It's your fault."
But I couldn't do anything,
I watched from my seat,
As it played out on the big screen,
Every pill,
Every attempt,
Until he finally got it right,
Laying there,
In front of the school building,
He had jumped to his grave.
This is kinda my imagination going off on me. I wrote an earlier poem called "Id or Superego" (which i meant to be an alternate version of me who had given up.) and this is just his friend, see it from another perspective if that makes sense.
