The Great Mind Eraser
S.N.F.U.
He sits and stares and looks up At the crack lines on the ceiling Nothing moves, not even him He thinks of friends and wonders why They seem to have such better lives And he feels so left behind He takes the eraser end of his trusty pencil And he rubs it on his forehead He erases them from his thoughts Then stabs the pencil through his heart And he feels much better now He sits and stares and looks up... Never wanting to feel like that again