Suicidal

No, no, it’s not called that

It’s just something that happens

I’ll let it go rapidly...

After swimming through robberies

And shaming them for they bodies

We got into a system that made you want to get close to me

We fought for a fake reward

And I received some medals

You cried because you didn’t get any awards

Covered under dirty sheets of monsters

Soaked by the chemicals in your pencil

I blamed you and you became hysterical

So much anger and dismay

Led you to a sad place

I want to erase your face, but you’re to blame

Years later I’m standing tall

But even when I fall

I got to write this and you’re still lost