Why do i live my life as a scew up,
some one in which can never suceed.
Stuck in reality,
While other float in dreams.
Longing for things i will never have,
Crying as i turn the bottle around in my hands.
No, of course not.
Just thinking about it.
My life is a failure,
Why not end my life?
Its raining and the screams from my mother are getting louder outside my bedroom door.
Tired of the fighting day,
I look at my electrical extention cord longingly.
I tie it aorund my neck and i stand on my bed to attach it to my wooden ceiling post.
I take a step off my bed,
i land in the air,
struggling for my last breath.
No longer caring that my "mother" has won.
My body waits for all to see.