I wake up in the morning and I wonder...

Well, should any of you speak to me today, be forewarned; I am in a really really really bad mood. Why, you may ask? It's none of your God damn business. So let us have a quick, short, creepy poem I just thought up. Yes, that sounds like a jolly good idea.

Would you?
Would you come to my bed if I was sick?
If I was sad, would you come to my side?
And I have to ask for my own sake;
Would you come to my grave if I died?

There. I've added a little bit more depressing poetry to the world. Good for me.
So, I'm not doing anything today. I have no social life. I'm tired and I have homework to do. And a social test to study for...Jesus Christ...