• As I sit here in my dimly lit room, I wonder if it's worth fighting anymore.
    As I sit here I think of the great escape of suicide, would anyone care?
    I know my Mom would but she really doesn't count in this poll of the damned.
    Besides that who?
    I have no other family, and the one's who were called that tryed to end my life.
    My friend's a few, i have only one real life friend, the rest are on the web.
    So who out of this world would even shead a tear?
    As for love. It hurt's the most to type this part. The only girl I ever loved died in my arms. I'm still huanted by her face almost every night.
    On that I can't sleep, it escapes me as much as the meaning of this life.
    It's ether demons of the past, or dreams of a darker tomarrow.
    I have nothing in this world, God has betrayed me to put it nice.
    And as I even sit here I remember the storys as a child about how if you kill yourself you go to hell.
    But even now that seems as if it would be a hevean compared to the pain of this world. I guess I will leave you then, I don't have much else to say.
    One last thing though.
    If you happen to have a life with joy, and laughter. Please, please, enjoy it.