I woke up in the morning downed a bottle scotch, sat in my favorite chair, grab my favorite rifle put barrel in my mouth said no........ not today I'm sick and tired of going to the hospital getting pricked with needles like I'm not of this earth I yell on top of lungs this is my life there are many like but this one mine over and over till it grows...echo...echo....echo...I recite this like if was in the military i cry like if i was in battle in a way I am I'm fighting like if the bald shinny head doesn't give away cancer is a battle all in its own we fight till we cant fight anymore
we hurt till we can't feel just because I choose not to show my emotions on my wrist does not mean I don't have feeling why should I live on if all we feel is pain I should tally on my wrist how many times I hurt my self I'm tired of this pain
                                                           BANG!!!!!
I cant feel anymore, I don't hurt, The pain is gone. This my life there are many like it but this one mine