I wake up each day,
And there I lay,
I wait until I must go back to my hell,
Then i go and hear the bell,
After that the teacher announces the pop quiz,
Inside I start to fizz,
No I'm not being a pest,
I just cant do this test,
Its way to quiet,
Please someone just start a riot!,
My head starts to kill,
The thoughts start to fill,
The periods almost over again,
I only did number 10,
Too much thinking,
The thought of suicide still tinkering,
All I have to do is pull the trigger,
And these thoughts would no longer linger,
Its such a good idea,
I know this you dont't want to hear,
Bur if I did would anyone even care?
