Nothing special. Just my 4am highdeas Pouring out of my blue ink pen And onto my lined paper. "I am perfectly content with my life," I scream As I contemplate jumping in front of a car Or possibly Swallowing a bottle of pills. It seems i fail to get my emotions Out of my head And on to this paper Fast enough. As my blue ink dries up And I run out of lines on my paper I scream, "I am perfectly content with my life"