My mom once had a dream,
A daughter quite not like me.
She hoped for a girl, oh so bright instead of spite.
She hoped for an offspring to carry on the family name and change for the better. Instead i've chosen the road less considered, abandoned almost. I walk it alone, a pack of cigarettes and not a worry at all.
I lack courage and bravery.
I lack forewarning and a conscience.  
I lack heart and therefore have no feeling whatsoever.
I lack meaning and therefore have chosen to **** myself.
I lack the knowledge that i was never really here, alive, existing--
Oh how disappointed my dear mother must feel..