Life is a disaster just waiting to strike. You cant tell what will happen, Its unlike riding a bike. A pointless encounter with you or me. Life is not holy but its a sin. People want life to happen again. It is so pointless to me and you that we often feel blue. Im always depressed and always alone. Watching myself sitting always at home. Is there a point to our meaningless lifes, Or is it a weapon like guns or like knifes. I never feel happy im always real down, Sometimes i wish i were under the ground. If you are not happy then life is no fun. Death is accesible with any hand gun. I sit in my room for my wakening day just wonder just waiting for my parents to say, Something like here my son here is they key just take the car to friends house for me, You sit here all day you never get to play. Am i normal or am i insane, You just cant tell untill you've felt all my pain. I ponder and think of how it would be if i were a god, unlike you or me. All i hear is fighting and it makes me quiet sick, My step father acts like an unholy prick. He treats me like a dog or a cat, I have feelings to, im not a door mat. I am trying and striving to be anything but my father or me. I try my best to do what i can, His rude coments make me less of a man. I can not wait untill the day comes when i can leave, when that day comes noone will hear from me. I will sit in my home like i always have known, To fearful of what I might become. I am to anxious to leave my home, I know i cant get by being all alone. I've been there before and i'll be there again, I just cant wait untill my sister is ten. Yes that is when i will be able to flee my pointless life with them and me. I want to escape the place i call home. I just cant wait till im all alone. Will i be sad or depressed again, I just cant tell neither can my head. Untill then im all alone and i will continue sitting at home.
