I have been meaning to go through my computer for deadwood files and crap that I can't believe I thought I should save and I came across this poem. I think I wrote it but can't remember for the life of me so I thought I'd post it here since it is a bit dark....
Iím so board I could just kill myself for fun
But I'd be back searching for my gun
I can't stand all the laughing and playing
I wish it would all rot away and start decaying
My soul is an empty abyss
When did I start thinking of this?
What happened to the good old me?
The one that would always feel so free
Stuck to a fetid life to live
I have nothing left in this world to give
Please feel free to continue the sentence I'm so bored....
Are dogs man's best friend or are we theirs?