My tetrouse life had yet again left me with no answer.
A tear beggings to form at the back of my head it burns my eye.
I lay in my bed thinking over all that has happend to me.
Do i have a piont to live? must i stay here?
I shan't enjoy any secound of it.
must i live another day...
The answer to my life question is no i can do what i want to cant i?
after all it is my life and i am my own person.
As i run to the top of the building i hear every sound that my heart makes cleary.
As i climb up the metal stairs i cut my feet to bits.
I jumped.
as im falling i feel the wind in my hair it's the most wonderful feeling in all my life.
i close my eyes...have i dead yet.
Am i almost gone?
I lay there with my eyes closed waiting for my death.
i cant feel the wind anymore have i landed i open my eyes for a secound,
i am no longer on earth i am in a place only the dead can see.
