Just maybe I won't suffer.




/Sorry wrong section.


Bye

Woke up feeling sick, didn't want to go to work.

Called to see if today was considered a holiday, Nope.


Got in the shower and started feeling sick. Puked while taking a shower.


Went down to my kitchen and took 10 multivitamin pills, maybe that will make me feel EXTRA better.


Good way to start my day off.

Off to work.

wtf dude ?

My last hour of work is near.

I look up at the clock to see 60 whole minutes.

As my hand runs across the stoned metal, Fingers skipping over each drilled hole.

Sweat runs down my forehead into my brow. Each block I unload becomes heavier. My breaths start to slow down.

The hour is over.


I grab my items in a hurry, as if there's something at my home.. As if I am actually needed.

As I open the door to the outside, I smell the fresh air.

I look into the darkness. The sky is clear.

As I walk to my truck I see a shadow, maybe it is a familiar face.. A friendly smile..


No.





My ride home is quiet, I break the silence with my radio.

As I turn onto the highway I speed up.


The faster I go the more powerful my foolish mind feels. As if I can control the large vehicle I am driving. Putting other people and myself in danger's way.


My night ends as I put my rough and scarred cheek against a soft pillow.

This post was edited by iRowe on Oct 10 2011 10:17pm

As I grew older I came to understand that a mother shows their child how to love and a father shows how to protect and honor.


Why was I never taught either?

Was it simply because they knew I would learn over time..

Was it because I am worthless and they did not have the time?

I will go now, for only a few.

May I dream of a perfect girl, a perfect friend, someone to hold onto.. forever.



Night.

As I walk out my door I grip my keys.

The cool air hits my face.

My eyes stuck in one position.

Foward.



Neighbors walk by as I reach for my handle.

No Hello.
No Goodbye.


I am alone.

Another day, alone.

Sack the fuck up you emo depressed faggot.

Listen to my wise words carefully, for when I am gone you will be in silence.






I drove home tonight with my radio blasting, I shouted the words to every song, not caring what people heard or what opinions would be made about me. I was happy for a short time.