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BoredI'm sitting at home, once again
Wondering if this day will ever end
I've done all the housework, I have no more chores
And I'm starting to realize my life is a bore
I've vacuumed the carpets, I've washed all the floors
I've dusted the shelves, and I've cleaned the glass doors
The cats have been combed, the toys put away
Seriously God, will there be an end to this day?
I've done all the laundry for the entire home
I've sewn all the things that need to be sewn
All the trash it out, not a stray paper in sight
And all the dishes have been put away for the night
Mother has no needs, she's resting in her chair
And the rest of the house looks incredibly bare
And as I sit down and plug in the computer cored
I realize in my head, I'm incredibly bored
So BoredSo Bored
Have you ever felt so bored,
So bored that nothing you do is fun?
You try and try some more,
But feel nothing can be done?
You do things that normally excite you,
You do look up things you dont know,
But try and try as you might,
For it you have nothing to show?
I am feeling that way right now.
Even this poem is beginning to bore me.
I guess Ill do what I can,
Or its more boredom as boring as it can be.
Because I was BoredI was bored.
So I took a knife,
The one my mother uses to slice tomatoes,
And cut open my chest just to see
What it would be like to die.
It wasn't so bad.
I saw my grandfather again.
He introduced me to my
To my great-great-grandfather
And to my great-great-great-grandfather
Who had a bridge named after him.
But hanging around with old people,
Including my great-grandmother who was quite strict
And who constantly reminded me
That children should not speak unless spoken to,
Was even more boring.
So I left the place
And woke up on the kitchen floor.
My mother saw the mess I had made
And began with a long series of rebukes.
I picked up the blood-stained knife
And cut open my mother's chest
Just to see what it would be like to kill someone.
Well, I was bored.
Bored and depressedIn this boring life all I ever do.Is sit here all day.
Just wasting away.In this room with nothing to do.
Sleeping my life away.Never dreaming of a better day.
People with there goals and dreams.
I used to have a life untill.I got depressed.
nothing phase's me anymore.
Sleeping all day,staying up all night.
Someday's I start a fight.
My family and friend's are scared.
What did I do.I'm hurting myself.
They all said I should get help.
I should go to the hospital.
But inside I don't want to.
I want to be happy.
I don't want to be sad.
I'll do this for my mom and dad.
I'm happy once again.
My depression ends.
Bye I'm going to play with my friends.
No one caresNo one cares
Why should you try
Why should you care
When no one is listening
And no one is there
Why should you try
When you're all alone
What's there to say
When you're on your own
No one is out there
No one cares
Yet you still sit down
And say your prayers
You want them to listen
You want them to care
But no one does
It's really unfair
What will you do now
As you stare at the knife
Do you really have the courage
To take your own life?
"Maybe I'll say my prayers one more time..."
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