Each day I come to school,
teaching children about the joy of life...

Every day I walk to school,
with a dozen of holes in my shoes...

I would slit my wrists and bleed for him,
but I know he wouldn't care...

Tortured souls,
with no escape...

Friendships are supposed to be forever,
but ours has been way to badly burned...

Bath time bubbles,
pop, pop, pop...

White hot flames,
are licking at my feet...

I'm supposed to break all the rules,
but heads with everyone I meet...

Everything around me is getting foggy,
my soul has finally gone numb...

*This poem is based on the song "The Twelve...
On the first day of Halloween an old love gave to...

Don't worry about the number,
the rating or the votes...

The toy collector was a misfit,
among the rest of his peers...