Just Try.

You burn,
the pain is to much to handle.
A razor to your wrist dampens the blaze.
Yet I ask why you don't just put it out,
for the world is filled with extinguishers.
Ask, and I will help you find one.

My Comic

Rob Had a contest to finish his comicish.
Here's mine.

Dear Grandmother,

Now you're dead and I don't care;
I won't shed a tear for you where never there.

Smells like teen spirit.

I sit here with my bass on my lap.
Four notes,
F-F-A-A
Music to my ears.

No, I am not doing a poem this time.
I am just stating,

I sit here with my bass on my lap.
Five notes,
G-G-B-B-A#
Music for my life.