madelineA Poem by That One Persontoday is a good day i boarded the bus no one called my name no one even cared if i was there or not
i took my seat in the front where the losers sit but after today i won’t be a loser
i won’t ever have to care what everyone else thinks about me take out the pills no one notices me or what i’m doing swallow the first “madeline!” someone finally calls my name i turn around, smile, pretend to socialize for the last time in my life. turn back around and swallow the second five hours in a bus for them is pure fun for me is convenient swallow the third he looks at me and is the only one who notices what i am doing “madeline?” i only smile and
swallow the fourth he’s concerned now ever my older brother who is not related to me in any way except our twin souls he always listening, except for when he wasn’t swallow the fifth “madeline?” i shrug. he doesn’t matter anymore. he can’t matter anymore not when i’m so close swallow the sixth i’m so tired. just exhausted. maybe if i sleep i’ll feel better maybe if i… swallow the seventh i brought a blanket for a reason the big blanket that my best friend gave me so she could be with me in my last moments. swallow the eighth i curl into a ball on the crushed velvet seats see him watching me almost fearfully but maybe it’s just my imagination.
i want to say “don’t worry” but it’s too late now i barely have enough energy to swallow the ninth i can feel myself fading fading fast my head droops to the blanket and my eyes flutter swallow the tenth my eyes close and that’s when i notice the bus doesn’t seem to be moving anymore doesn’t seem to be lit up anymore maybe they finally turned off the lights. © 2015 That One PersonAuthor's Note
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