What the hell is happening? 

Why is everything falling away? 

Like Grandaddy dying suddenly 

Or forgetting, what is today? 

Why can't things go back to normal? 

Like they were when I was ten? 

Is it all in the past, in a cave of lost things? 

Everything was so simple back then... 

It's depressing, and tiring, and generally sucks 

Or am I just 'being dramatic'? 

I don't even know who the hell I am 

So should I just be made of plastic? 

Everything's changing, leaving, appearing 

And I know it's just part of life 

But what if life just stops, without warning 

What if I don't wake up because of a knife? 

And it's like no one cares, the world's "just fine" 

But no, it's really not! 

People are dying, and everyone just wants money 

Get your priorities straight before you're just- gone! 

The point of this, I'll never know 

It's really just a depressing rant 

But everything's so fucked up, I hate it, I do 

So I think I'll go eat some ranch

I realized how true the original was so I rewrote it so it's 100% accurate, life's shit right now, but at least I have poems, my story, and my friends <3 

Question of the Day: Can you write in cursive? I tried and kind of can but my signature sucks-