Im so sick of my stupid life,
Sometimes I wish I could end it with a knife.
I try to think if I'm of any meaning
Or of any purpose (I suppose I'm not of any),
Im just a presence who is lingering there.
Yet I think again,
That if I left,
To my family it would bring much Despair.
Next time you end up thinking like me,
You better think again.
You think: "I am only wishing harm upon myself.",
But may also be chopping down your Family tree...
