A Poem...

Once I wrote a poem on a small blue posted-note
And it was about the spring
Because that's what the season was
My friends thought it was really cool
And my mother thought it was beautiful
So she hung it on the fridge
For everybody to see
And I felt very special and loved

About a year ago, I wrote a different poem
It was written on a piece of notebook paper
And it was about heaven
Because I thought it was a beautiful thing
My friends said it was fine
And my mother said it was nice
And she put it in the filing cabinet
I felt left out, but that's okay.

About a month or two ago, I wrote another poem
And it was written on the back of an old homework assignment
It was about hell and what I though came after death
Because that's what was on my mind
And My friends though it was weird
And my mother didn't even care
So I shoved it in my trash can
And tried to forget

Today I wrote a poem
It was on a crumpled up piece of paper
And it was about my final goodbyes
Because that's what it was really all about
It was a goodbye to my friends
Who just didn't get it
And goodbye to my mother
Who just didn't give a damn
It was about how they would have seen this coming
If they paid attention
Paid attention to the words I poured out of my soul
And paid attention to my silent cries
I decided that I really liked it
And I thought it was really good
So I will hang it up on my bedroom door
Where I will send a bullet, flying through my god damned head
And that will be the end of that
And maybe then
They will understand...