The End of the World
Snapshots of teenage melodrama:
not having the sense to stay out of the rain,
the latest hits broadcast over the cafeteria speakers,
a night out, with boisterous boys and giggling girls in cars,
first heartbreak. It seems like the end of the world - silly, isn't it?
The end of the world? Lights out? I'm on board.
Walking alone at night, taunted by shouting boys and giggling girls, "freak" -
stood up, by an empty cafeteria, "you're gonna wish, you wasn't born at all",
standing alone, under the driving rain, unable to find a reason to live or move –
pictures of Hell, found at fifteen.
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