My ears ring through my body I feel dead Yet, I am here. Lying on my bed with Tears falling Sighs calling Thoughts screaming Profanity streaming. I should die so I won't cause more trouble, But how? A hanging? No. Drugs? No. A bridge? No. Electrocution? Maybe. But why? Tp give others the thrill? No way! Why should they have the pleasure and I the pain? And what about Anthony and Brittainia and Corbynn and Spencer?* So I'll go on and on, Living dead. With the evil that detests me! Blizzard Skies 2-17-84 *Anthony and Brittainia and Corbynn and Spencer, were the names for my future children at the time.
