o captain, my captain

It was all my fault. I deserved it all.

I’m so disgusting.

I hope I get beaten to the ground so you can see me feel something.

Oh mother, I can feel the sword falling over my head.

If my parents ask me about it, I probably won't tell them the truth, because I don't want them to worry that I might get bad again.

Help me.

I don’t want to see high school.  But I’d like to kill myself when it’s cold outside.

I anger the people I adore

All the greatest writers wore suits

I’d like a typewriter Someplace to place my thoughts Once a verse done I push back the slider Fingers moving as the ink blots

I die slow I can’t find the comfort in the afterglow I hope heaven wants me I still don’t know the key Please tell me how to get in For father I am waring thin