Thread: Thoughts and Words

It's 12 in the morning,
and asleep i should be,
but i'm not.

i should be glad,
because of the one's who,
love my ideas.
but i'm not.

i should be thinking,
about finding reasons to live,
not contemplating,
ways to die.

i should be doing,
a lot of things,
but i am not doing,
a single thing.

i simply sit here,
and type words,
that many will never read.
few will see,
and rare still few,
will tell me about them.

i feel as if i am,
rambling on and on.
having nothing to stand for,
leaning on these words,
hoping someone will care.

i say this,
and mean it.
i hate my enemies.

however,
no more an enemy i have,
than myself.

so in a sense....

I HATE MYSELF......

Now to sleep,
before i think of another way,
to end my misery,
in this life.................

(sighs, with the closing of eyes)

By: Justin McCormick (K' Heart)