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Yeah, so the Flavour of the Week thing hasn't been working out. No one's giving me bands, nor opinions. So I said fuck it.

Some Kid's Suicide Note by Stephen Chbosky

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 gave 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 that 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 dad what the X's meant
And his father tucked him into bed at night
And he 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's what it was all about
And his teacher game him an A
        and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitched door
        because of it's new paint
And the kids told him
        that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
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 piece of paper torn from his notebook
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 it to her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot the end
        to the Apostle's Creed
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 make-up
That made him cough when he kissed her
        but he kissed her anyway
        because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
        his father snoring soundly

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