I'm letting out my angery emotions that are for a boy named Trent. I let my anger out in writing, because if he ended up in a well everyone would know it was me... I'm that kind of girl (not really :D)
Frouline, McDonalds, Pizza Pie,
I hate you, why wont you die?!
The pillow covers over your head,
Your breathing slows, but your not dead.
I leave you there, in the well,
And I'll just say that you fell.
Then when I "find you", you'll be dead,
I will not dread.
The police will come, I'll act sad.
But on the inside I'll be glad.
I'll sleep like a baby, concious clean
And no, I wont have any bad dreams.
I'll go to the funeral, and support your fam,
Knowing that you, from God, were Damned.
When everyones gone,
I'll sing a song,
Dancing merrilly on your tomb.