I sat under the bleachers
Tapping my foot against the dusty ground
As I slowly looked around
To make sure that no one could hear me cry.
And so it went no vomits or a groan
I was alone
So I pulled out a lighter and a knife
Also some ****
Time to indulge in that of greed.
I then sigh silently
I cut six times and smoked five joints
This is what death appoints
A hypocrite, fool, and wannabe
Crybaby, deteriorating *****, and ignorant.
I could never love what I found to be
Impure, selfish, and 100% me.