I was lost in a mixed up world.
most couldn't understand me,
most never even noticed me.
i was different from the "Norm."
sort of the odd man out, per se.
I lived for my friends,
and only for my friends.
I was convinced after loosing so many,
that life was utterly pointless.
What's the point if you are just living to die?
My parental units were overly protective.
and would hardly ever let me
be free with my few good friends.
they wouldn't allow me to have a boyfriend,
and when the found out about my secret love,
they would yell and scream and fight.
i assumed my existence was petty and pathetic
i thought, "how could anyone care?"
i knew what i was doing
with the .44 magnum i stole from my dad.
i put it to my head,
and suddenly i was nothing,
nothing but a mere memory.
