He
He wakes up at six and gets ready for school
He stands at his bus stop till six forty two
He sits in his seat behind the bus drivers chair
He listens to the music in the air
He reaches school at 7:02
He goes to the library and sits on a stool
He knows what they say that he’s a loser uncool
He doesn’t really care because he hates school
He goes to each class one at a time
He’s never late right on the dime
The clock hits 2:40 and he sits on his bus
He sits in the front right next to his crush
He walks to his house 3 minutes it takes
He sits in his room a noose he makes
He ties it to a fan and makes sure it stays
He stands on a chair and kicks it away
He hangs from the fan as his legs sway
Today was his last day
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