Tragedies of American Youth

About a girl, and our self-destructive friends.

At the start it was little more than a delightful effort

                Not a panicked chore

                And even when the bodies started piling up in the school halls

                I never strayed from you.

                Why do you only talk to me when there’s something so

                Horribly wrong

                Our friend’s missing again, another one slit her throat

                Through your tearful haze you speak to me

                About the tragedies of American youth.

                Don’t talk to me about the lonely life of cold and small

                Specks of thought,

                Don’t say you’ll help when the others have held

                Your smile right in their hands,

                Because in this broken-up museum, you’re the

                Tarnished silver and I’m just a guard.

                And so, you’re right, she bled a lot, her mom

                Found it all on her sheets

                But why is that all that we can ever talk about,

                What about the silly things, your track meets and my poetry?

                I missed the girl who disappeared, too,

                But they found her that same day

                Her eyes were shut and she was lying across the bed,

                I’m sure that she’ll be okay

                So why do you only talk to me when there’s something so

                Horribly wrong?

                I’ve told you about the horrible things already, isn’t it enough

                I told you you’re severely depressed, your sister is on drugs

                I told you how they mocked you, they laughed behind your back

                I told you that you were addicted, that cocaine is really bad.

                Sometimes it hurts my feelings, you know, to only be your

                Bearer of bad news

                Why do you only talk to me when there’s something so

                Horribly wrong?

The End

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