• As I walk down this path,
    a worn down, old road,
    underneath the midnight moon,
    I start to come to my senses
    and say to myself,
    "My life is a mess,
    I do nothing right,
    everyone hates me.
    God please take me
    off of this wretched
    planet."

    All I hear is the
    chains on my pants
    jingling and the howling
    of a lonely gray wolf.

    My minds made up,
    "If no one likes me,
    and God won't listen,
    then i'll just kill myself"

    I see headlights coming,
    when they are close enough,
    I jump in front of them.
    I'm slowly overcome with
    darkness.

    As I wake up,
    I think "OH CRAP!!!
    I'm not dead!!! What will I tell
    Mom and Dad? Will I tell them
    that I fell right in front of a car?"
    As I open my eyes, I'm not in
    a hospital room, I'm in an open
    field, laying on soft grass.

    To Be Contd.