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Saturday, May 26, 2007


*yawns*
I've decided that it's not worth it to leave my window open at night (even if it does have a screen) because I woke up this morning feeling TERRIBLE I think my allergies to pollen are worse this year, though I have yet to get watery eyes because of them.

I'm currently drinking coffee in an attempt to make me feel better. No success.

I've gained two new additions to my MP3 player, Avenged Sevenfold, and Korn. Unfortunately, I’ve decided that I like a song on my avenged sevenfold CD that won't fit on my MP3 player right now,.... so I’ll have to delete 1 or two other songs.

I'll probably get rid of some the Evanescence music, because I don't listen to it much, and I have the songs I do listen to on my computer. Not to mention that, but I have the Fallen Cod, and I have all of the songs on my computer (except Korn, they didn't get on my computer until afterwards) burned to a CD. (the sad part is that the CD only plays in my DVD player... strangely... and it's a CD not a DVD... o.0)

My stupid father just HAD to come in my room last night and stay for like... THREE HOURS!!!!!!!!!!! "I wanna watch CSI Miami!" that was his excuse. stupid A&E showing CSI right when my dad comes in to do somethign random. -_-...I might go steal his room and play Morrow wind some.... since he always plays castlevania: Curse Of Darkness now.... in fact, I think i will go do that now...

Oh, and I'm posting a poem I wrote for my inquiry project below, remember, the project is on Depression. ^^

Well, I’ll leave you now, TTYL!
Squeaker



Jenny

My name is Jenny,
I am but fifteen.
My sister was kidnapped,
Since then she hasn’t been seen.

I’ve been feeling down,
Feeling oh so depressed.
I loved my sister,
Though her feelings were repressed.

We found out this morning,
That she was found dead.
My mother was horrified,
It explained my dread.

I went to the drawer,
Where father keeps his gun.
I’m sorry to say,
There will be blood when I’m done.

“Such a shame!” They’ll cry,
And mother will be heart broken.
Father would beat me,
If he knew my intention.

I’m in my room now,
I’m sorry, I must go.
This world has no meaning,
My heart tells me so.

As I write these final words,
I raise the gun to my head.
Knowing in my heart,
I’ll soon be dead.

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