My Last (to be contradicted in the near future)

This will be my first and last post. It will not end with a bang, for I don't believe in guns. It will not end with rope, for my neck is too stong. It will not end with the glint of a blade, because i am to afraid. Imbarissment fills me every day. Hate fills me, with the feeling of being left out drags me down. Living in everyones back ground, has made me childish and silent. Do you care? You probably think you do, but you really dont. If you think you care, then we share a simalar trait. We watch deppressing movies, listen to sad songs and write hatefull words. For all I am is an attention seeker, due to a total lack of love. I am used, by those who know how. I am what I was told to be, kind, nice, respectful. What do I get in return, nothing, no love, no friends and no respect. I am a theripist to my so called freinds, a messenger boy. kept around to make them feel better. If you have read this far, I would like to reasure you now, Im not going to kill myself. Some of you are happy to hear that, yet some are not so. To them I say give me another 25 years.

Fall - No matter how big you might get, we all fall.