Because I was BoredI was bored.
So I took a knife,
The one my mother uses to slice tomatoes,
And cut open my chest just to see
What it would be like to die.
It wasn't so bad.
I saw my grandfather again.
He introduced me to my
To my great-great-grandfather
And to my great-great-great-grandfather
Who had a bridge named after him.
But hanging around with old people,
Including my great-grandmother who was quite strict
And who constantly reminded me
That children should not speak unless spoken to,
Was even more boring.
So I left the place
And woke up on the kitchen floor.
My mother saw the mess I had made
And began with a long series of rebukes.
I picked up the blood-stained knife
And cut open my mother's chest
Just to see what it would be like to kill someone.
Well, I was bored.
BoredI'm sitting at home, once again
Wondering if this day will ever end
I've done all the housework, I have no more chores
And I'm starting to realize my life is a bore
I've vacuumed the carpets, I've washed all the floors
I've dusted the shelves, and I've cleaned the glass doors
The cats have been combed, the toys put away
Seriously God, will there be an end to this day?
I've done all the laundry for the entire home
I've sewn all the things that need to be sewn
All the trash it out, not a stray paper in sight
And all the dishes have been put away for the night
Mother has no needs, she's resting in her chair
And the rest of the house looks incredibly bare
And as I sit down and plug in the computer cored
I realize in my head, I'm incredibly bored
I call out louder then necessary.
I grew the habit while living here, giving Sherlock time to snap out of what ever he is doing to adjust himself to my presence.
Though its going to be eleven Month tomorrow that we are now living together and though all our cases and hunts we went trough, I know that he still isn't all used to my existing around him.
Or at least that's the first thing coming to my mind being screamed at or insulted at many occasions.
Oh and of course, I'm trying to avoid occasional bullets and acids.
By now I know each and every part of the flat like myself, so I'm spotting the wet stinking mess on the floor while hanging up my jacket without looking.
"There is vomit on the floor ..."
I mumble to myself for a second.
"Why is there vomit on the floor, Sherlock?!"
While already thinking about how to clean up that mess I look around for him.
There is no sign of my flatmate.
And no answer.
And as so often this sickish feeling starts buil
Which Way is the Future? Which Way is the Future?
Which way is the future?
And how do I get there?
Do I walk down the abandoned road,
Or do I just wait here?
Which way is the future?
If You're Bored...If Youre Bored
-Rob a candy store with a water pistol
-Go to a forum and pick a fight with someone on the other side of the world.
-Spread rumors about Hitler
-Eat fried race cars
-Make up jokes that make absolutely no sense
-Throw sheet metal off a skyscraper roof
-Superglue coins to someones face while theyre sleeping
-Frisbee DVDs at your neighbors cat
-While handling guns, ask someone where the antidepressants are
-Poke an electric fence
-Cut your lawn with a pair of scissors
-Buy 27 hamsters and keep them in your bathtub
-Sticky tape anchovies and cheese under peoples desks
-Sell a $100 bill for $20
-Make an If Youre Bored list
No one caresNo one cares
Why should you try
Why should you care
When no one is listening
And no one is there
Why should you try
When you're all alone
What's there to say
When you're on your own
No one is out there
No one cares
Yet you still sit down
And say your prayers
You want them to listen
You want them to care
But no one does
It's really unfair
What will you do now
As you stare at the knife
Do you really have the courage
To take your own life?
"Maybe I'll say my prayers one more time..."
Bored and depressedIn this boring life all I ever do.Is sit here all day.
Just wasting away.In this room with nothing to do.
Sleeping my life away.Never dreaming of a better day.
People with there goals and dreams.
I used to have a life untill.I got depressed.
nothing phase's me anymore.
Sleeping all day,staying up all night.
Someday's I start a fight.
My family and friend's are scared.
What did I do.I'm hurting myself.
They all said I should get help.
I should go to the hospital.
But inside I don't want to.
I want to be happy.
I don't want to be sad.
I'll do this for my mom and dad.
I'm happy once again.
My depression ends.
Bye I'm going to play with my friends.