Im so so sick of the life that I live.

Stuck up in the past,still don't have a **** to give.

Smothered in stress,pain in my chest.

Want to talk up,but where to confess?

Filled by lies that life does best.

Now the only thing left is death.

I expected more,but got more much less.

No joy in my life,just down and depressed.

**** up in the mind,like a man in a dress.

Take these quotas take a good quess.

Life gives you ****,with muchless rest.

And is too dark,I call it shady,but is a mess.

I cry daily,even with love in my chest.

By a unfair lady,who no better than the rest.

so I suppressed..

these deep emotions,
A lil *** and in my drink,I avoid commotion.

a couple shots to be sedated,lost in a dream,of death im faded.

till I snap out,and I awaken.

Rubbing both eyes,pupils not dilated.

looking both sides thanking god I made it..

My soul was departed
but then god saved it.
(thank God I made it)

-By Emmanuel Jv Hernandez
3-21-12