“Isn’t it funny that your heart can be broken by someone that was always pretending? Funny how your friends can make you feel better about any situation. Funny how when something bad happens, it’s all you can think about? Funny how bad we think we’ve got it, compared to others who have it worse. Funny how no matter how much we have, we’re never thankful. Funny how we can have so many friends, but if we fight with one, life sucks. Funny how your best friend can hurt you even more than your worst enemy can? Funny how no matter how hard we try, life will never be perfect. Funny how many times we can be hurt the same way, and how much more it hurts. Funny how one person can make you feel pretty even on your worst days. Funny that no matter how much you like someone, if nobody thinks you should be with them, you give into peer pressure. Funny how on rainy days it’s so much easier to smile. How one fake friend, can ruin a life. Funny how your best friend can become your worst enemy with one mistake.”—Unknown (via sabreeenaa)
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it “Chops” because that was the name of his dog And that’s what it was all about And his teacher game him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X’s and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it “Autumn” because that was the name of the season And that’s what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars And he left butts on the pew And sometimes they would burn wholes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him into bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it
Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it “Innocence: A Question” because that was the question about his girl And that’s what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year that Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle’s Creed went And he caught his sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyone because that was the right thing to do And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring loudly
That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it “Absolutely Nothing” Because that’s what it was really all about And he gave himself an A And a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn’t think he could reach the kitchen.