I am so stressed no one knows what's going on with me, thats because I don't want anyone to know, I'm abused, by my father, and my mother is a alcoholic, I feel like I'm on a stage, and putting on a show one that people will want to believe how my life is. Surrounding me is the black curtain but no one can see it but me. The black curtain represents how my life really is no one knows what I have to put up with each, and everyday. It really hurts to know that my mom never wanted me, it hurts to be around her without wanting to ask her why she didn't want me. Tonight as I lay in bed with a gun to my head I think about how grand it would be to pull the trigger, and end all of my misery. I cock the hammer, and put my finger on the trigger, and pull it as I die. The Black Curtain comes to a close, and it engulfs me in its blackness.
