here's a little poem i just wrote... and 4 a.m.

it's 4am.
want to know why i am up?
i'll tell you.
i am up because my grandmother woke up and decided to make soup.
make soup.
my room is right underneath the kitchen.
i went up stairs and asked her what she was doing,
and she said she was making soup-
making soup.
then she asked me
what else was she supposed to be doing.
i shot myself.