You’re literally dying to fit in
Killing yourself to gain you friends
You don’t mind being snuffed out
If it gives you something to talk about

Every Monday morning
All I ever f**king hear is
How much everyone drank over the weekend
Compromising themselves
To be in the in group
Dig your own grave if it gets you new fake friends

You’re literally dying to fit in
Killing yourself to gain new friends
You don’t mind being snuffed out
If it gives you something to talk about
You cast me aside for acceptance
Jumped face first into the furnace
You’ll forget how cool you were
When your lack of self-control makes you hurt

Good times with Bacardi
Good times with a keg
Good times in the car crash that severed your two legs
Good times hemorrhaging
Good times on life support
Good times slipping away, loved ones watching you die in the hospital bed

You’re literally dying to fit in
Killing yourself to gain new friends
You don’t mind being snuffed out
If it gives you something to talk about
You cast me aside for acceptance
Jumped face first into the furnace
You’ll forget how cool you were
When your lack of self-control makes you hurt

No broken home is complete without a
Beer-swelling negligent shitty ass parent
You get to keep the trend alive
You’ll be glad I stopped nagging you
You’ll be glad I stopped caring
And, by god, you better be glad when you die

you must have had a lot emotion in yourself when you wrote that.

That.. was awesome.
Very true, as well.
Great job, as always.

that was really good

wow... that was really nice.

Ahh sounds like too many people I know at school. Very good, though, Wunchbox.

i don't know much about poetry. but that sounds good.

that was a very good poem... sounds like people at my school.. bunch of friggin idiots..

Ooh lala, very expressive. I like.

Dito.

Yeah, you must have a lot of anger when you wrote this. But you make me happy when you use all those cuss words. ^^ It makes me think how right you are.