I’ve been living this life for to long
I’ve held a knife in my hand so many too many times before
I guess I was doing it with to dull of knife
So tonight I made sure to sharpen it twice
All the lies & ******* along with this life
It all ends tonight.
I’ve always wondered if  god is real
I guess I’ll find out tonight
I hope everyone can forgive me for what I’ve done
Will someone please tell my mom I love her?
I don’t have a significant other
If I had a choice though it would be Oshen Spalding
So I beg anyone to tell her I love her & I’m sorry
Sorry I couldn’t work up the nerve to ask her out
Tell the world I’m sorry I couldn’t stay
I’m so sorry, but I’m moving on tonight.

Waves of Emotion crash down on me
Anger because I feel betrayed
Sadness because I feel lonely
Hate for the person you pay more attention to
I feel the need to vent my thoughts
Because they’re racing in my head
I want to ****
I want to fight
I know the best thing though is just to talk
Can I even do that though
I wonder if I’ll make it through the day
All this I feel
When I get jealous over her

Vast and unexplored
You used to be clean and clear like a mirror
Now we humans have polluted you
We explore space
But leave 95 percent of our own world unexplored
We think we should run away
But why not run down?
We spend 18.4 billion dollars to explore space
Yet we don’t even spend a billion on the unexplored world
Oh, ocean your mysteries may never be discovered

I wonder what computers might dream about
Do they see a dream like us
With all the senses sight,taste,sounds,smell,and touch
Or maybe the dream in ones and zeros
0010101
Maybe they don’t even have dreams
Maybe they have algorithms or codes
<p><span style="font-size:10px;">Computers  </span>
<span style="font-size:18px;">Do </span>
<span style="font-size:12px;color:orange;">We</span>
<span style="font-size:12px;font-weight:bold;">Have</span>
<span style="font-size:12px;font-style:italic;">Dreams</span>I wonder...</p>

As My eyes open
I smile to myself
Relieved that I didn’t pass away
Glad that I can work on making amends
Glad I can still touch peoples life's
I am jovial that I can tell people I love them
Sad that I have to do it but glad that  I can say sorry to people
Is it normal to have these feelings
As we wake?

As I close my eyes
I have one last though
Will I wake up tomorrow morning
The thought of not is overwhelming
I feel like I have so much left to do
So many life's left to touch
I still have so many people to make amends to
I need to tell some people I love them
I need to apologize to even more
I wonder if it’s normal to ask these questions