Yell at me one more fuckin time.
And I swear on everything I'll be dead.
I know you won't give a shit.
Because you've never regret what you've ever said.
You are, without a doubt.
The biggest asshole around.
Say one more fuckin word to me.
And I'll be glad it was my blood and tears in which I drowned.
Tell me I'll fail school, again.
Tell me you don't fuckin care.
Tell me never to come out of my room for anything.
Whatever, my radio, I will still forever blare.
And don't you even dare think.
To come in and start yellin at me.
Because all I'll do is sit and hold my words back.
And when you leave, my razor, will again, be able to see.
Because, I've been kindof depressed lately.
And I haven't used my razor to heal.
But, guess what, that time's up.
Its time again for my skin to scab and peel.
You wanna send me to a pyschotherapist?
Go the fuck ahead.
Cuz I'll just forever refuse to go.
And eventually, my room will be painted with the deathly color red.
Please tell me what you think
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Wow, once again I can relate. Except my parents don't believe in shrinks, I told my mom I was depressed once and she told me I was too happy and it was just a phase. The only thing my parents care about are my grades. If I have anything lower than a C I'm getting grounded for about 6 months. But whatever, I know what it's like. Great poem.

