Screams from a bottomless bit.

Are you there? 

Just a bit. 

Shadows of a monster. 

Are you there? 

Don't open your locker. 

No one will get me. 

No one at all. 

Yet no one can speak up or all will crumble and fall. 

You're just like the other! Go use some butter! 

Quick, Quick, Quick. 

Or your life will go, 

Drip, Drip, Drip. 

Now fourteen comes and goes in a blink of an eye. 

But all you still wonder, 

It is still not only I. 

Though older and older,

your mind only grows slower and slower. 

Now time to party. 

No time to worry. 

Still no one knows me. 

This life in such a hurry. 

Come, go, stay, leave, here, there. 

But do we? 

We sit and we slouch. 

Think what we think, 

with not only a doubt. 

You sit down and wonder, 

If not I, who will be? 

Special, not special. 

Why is she so superficial? 

I need to lose weight. 

Look like that bait. 

But still you do wonder, 

I want to make thunder. 

Time does not stop. 

Hurts do not heal. 

And still you do wonder, 

What do I feel? 

I'm tired of life, 

please make it stop. 

Not yet, not dead you will drop. 

The years have gone by. 

And now your kids are asking, 

Who now am I? 

They never come visit. 

Not once to your land. 

And now you just wonder, 

Why do I miss their young hands? 

Then you think back. 

To the screams in the well, 

they were from hell. 

The monsters old shadow, 

ticks from a meadow. 

Everyone got me, but why now? 

To every mistake

a person will make. 

Good luck, 

because it will be too late.