Minecraft Kids
“Minecraft Kids” is a poem about longing for what I couldn’t have. Video of poem being read aloud in the Spoken Word section of this website. I found this poem in an old notebook, so the date it was written is unknown. Most likely originally written in late 2020.
I don’t understand
How some people
When they’re fourteen
Are playing Minecraft,
Watching YouTube videos
While others are slitting their wrists,
Charging money for head
Because they can’t afford
All of their addictions,
And they get to this point
Where they’re no longer sure
What the difference is
Between trying to get higher
Than they’ve ever been before,
And a suicide attempt,
But either way
They’re doing just that,
Twice a week
Just waiting for dear ol’ Grim Reaper
To show up at their doorstep
And knock on their eyelids,
They hope that he’ll pry their eyes open,
Just to seal them shut,
And pronounce them dead.
I’m not mad
At the Minecraft kids,
I’m just mad
That I couldn’t be one of them.
-Graphite Everything
