I fall for pain every day, Letting it control me and light my way, As i cut deep in my flesh with a razor edged knife, Forgetting my family and future wife, Cause i have realized the meaning of life is to die, This thought will always come to my memory when i ask why, If i am living to return to the ground, My own screams will be the only sound, That i want to hear as my head spins round and round.
Dedicated to Liberty Rushmore A Fellow Poet I Hold As A Friend