I feel like I don't belong here or anywhere anymore. maybe I should just end it right here right now. No one will know or even care if I leave this earth. Even since birth I said I can't live, when those strangers start to dig, that deep black hole, in which I lay,I only can pray. I lay on the ground and look up...wondering what my eyes are seeing..they are seeing the good times I had...but then over comed by the bad times..weighing them out...bad defeats good but good will come back someday. Laying in a ditch and waits for death to claim me, or if sleep comes before death, then sleep I go, if death comes before sleep, then here I die, as a sad, tired, boy.

I have these pills in my hand ready for me to take them and waiting for me to end my life right
here right now. Thinking of what will happen and if people will actually care. Why should I live for, when my life is so bad? So here I die, a sad, tired boy .