I hate waking up
to nothing to live for...

As the white lines past rapidly on the street as I...
clouds soaring dark and heavily over the roof...

I'm losing control
the sound of ones...

Pinch me and wake me up
Hand me a stick I'm sinking i think I'm stuck...

I'm fading away
i want help...

I'm screaming
I'm losing my mind...

I have no idea what this poem means or anything...
Some people use it as bread for the ghetto...

Her bright eye's tell the world everything's okay
Her smile help others from falling apart...

The moon in the sky glares below
onto the landscape of which it glow...

Turning my other cheek
i can do no longer...

A red verticle line crosses my wrist
My nail digging deeper into my skin...

I lay my head
Down to sleep...