I woke up this morning, already the thoughts crept into my head.
A bottle of whiskey to wash down the pills, off to bed.
Is this just another dream or am I dead?
Maybe I'm trapped here and I'll never get away.
Is my life just an illusion? Is it a game?
These thoughts are the pollution and my tears are acid rain.
I walk the path of least resistance, to get back from wince I came.
Nonexistance, it's better this way.

The only real goal in life is death.
I'm willing to throw away what's left.
I could care less if I passed your test.
I'm giving life a rest, I just can't go on anymore.
Never had aspirations of knocking on heavens door.
Maybe it's my fear of rejection.
Or maybe it's been so long I no longer need your affection.

Hey Lookin...I am going to appear dumb and ask what is SSDD??

Really good write...really bad idea!!

SSDD= Same **** Different Day.

& you're writing is wonderful, i really liked it, i can relate to this. It is very good really.

Thanks Jamie!! It is a great write, but damn it's so sad!!

A wasted life to himself he feels,
Boring World, A rush for thrills.
One day his high, turned to goodbye.
Now he dreams, he's really not dead.
His family cries they had no clue.
His friends all gathered, crying, so blue.
All blaming themselves, saying, I SHOULD HAVE KNEW.

Not even a year after this..

Three of your friends, Took their lives to,
your sister, got hooked on crack,
your best girlfriend over-dosed on her meds.


All because you, you lived like you wanted to be dead...








Your write above here,,is really COOL,,I had to go read your profile to check and see who you were,,as your new on here to me,,and to read a little about ya,,YOU WROTE,,You loved a good story. SO,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,I gave ya one here,,,

You have a flaire for writing dark,,,it comes through well.
But,,I was glad to read,,how special YOU hold each moment of life living... as some who write dark,,live life worse than they write...GOD bless the gifts he gives us,,
Look forward to reading more,,,