I dislike writing about happy things. I also dislike sad things. I like writing me things. I dislike cliche poems and stories. Hello, I'm me. Unknown. Unheard of. I tell tales. Just some ******* tales. The brain is the scariest part of me. Well it scares all of us, doesn't it? I'm horrifically depressed. I'll say it now. I guess you could say I am cliche.  My life consists of many people being ups and many friends being downs. I quit drugs. I quit ***. I quit cigarettes too.

It makes me want a cigarette.

As i look down the sky is still forming. Whipped cream topping blue leather as i drift slowly across the jet stream. I am sitting where the angels sit in a small childs dream. A coat of feathers dawns upon me as the destination draws nearer. The beauty of Saint Pepsi drowns my ears. I feel as i will touch space and beyond, but the dark mountain above my head prevents me from doing so. My eyes are blocked by the coats of feathers. I see nothing but white suade and the left wing that sits upon my back. As if the sky is mocking me and distorting the beauty in this world. As i touch my head against my personal television screen, i see more of the wonders of nothing. This is where the world is peaceful. There is where angels must sleep. This is the pillow that supports God at night. Such wonderful nothingness. It makes me feel calm and peaceful. This is the Journey of Peaceful Nothing.

You say you understand but you do not
I see the sympathy across your face
I just wish you saw me for who I am
Saw me as more than a charity case
Stop trying to imagine what it's like
Maybe there is a God, maybe there's not
If there is, he's got a sense of humor
I mean, just look at my pitiful life
Accidental and wrong in every way
I wish he'd find better entertainment
No one understands, no one ever will
Maybe they'll hear and believe the rumors
Of why I killed myself that lonely night
They say it wasn't bullying or love
But it was just over life in itself
They say she warned her friends a million times
They just couldn't comprehend the signs
They say she doesn't blame all her friends
Just some can live life, others have to leave
Maybe in some other life, you'll see me happy