Poop

Poop, is raining on my head wishing that I were dead Don’t think that I can make it out this bed. Poop, is falling from the sky wishing that I would die I don’t think I can keep on try-ing ****, is falling all around wish I was six feet under ground I think that I am lost and can’t be found This ****, just make it go away because I know I have to stay to make sure that my families okay.