My autopsy

I was going to the high computer literacy class

A class that I despise 

A class that I dread

I go and sit but .....

It was the last time I sit for all of eternity 

As I sit  out taking a breath

I don't feel my heart beat 

I was sitting lifeless  in my chair

Some of the students noticed that I was not doing 

Anything 

The teacher was calling 911 as he noticed that I was not breathing as I just sit there limp

It feels like I was locked in my dead body, my soul that was!

I cannot enter the spirit world and as I try to enter. The realm

I am just at the borderlands 

I wish I could move but I could not 

Soon they realized what I already know 

That I was dead and in limbo!  As they realized this they call

The medical examiner instead

Because I ain't breathing 

Then I was taking to the morgue

As the drive I scream 

"It's the fucking classes that caused my death

The fucking stress and boredom

The fact that I was deciding to break free!"

But what the does the driver say nothing  as I try to be heard!

I am processed and borough in for autopsy

The medical examiner said this ....

"Who do we have here today!"

She looks at my papers and said my full name

Elena Melanson

Before she could get the scalpel I tell physically make sounds

Telling her he exact cause of death 

"It was that fucking computer lit class

That killed me, it borded and 

Stressed me to death!"   

She finds this remarkable that I would be able to talk with

My own voice

Then for the last time my soul hits the boarder lands

And goes right to the spirit world

And that was when my body went limp for the last time

Had I found peace?  

I am from dearh's cold grip and I find that I am 

In a perpetual summer with 

Wild followers all over the place 

It seems peaceful and I go to the light

I am at peace!"

I poem a wrote in highschool while going through a crummy day.