What the hell is the point in my life?
I've got nothing going for me, nothing worth the fight.
No one talks to me, no one remembers me. I'm just a mirage of a envy soul, within the social community.
I'm sad. I'm tired. I'm very,very annoyed. I look in the mirror, all I see is the void.
I go out to walk in the park, get some fresh air. All I get is a heart full of despair.
Playing games isn't much fun, when the courts are full and my mind is numb. Sometimes I wonder what the point, when I stare into my closet, where I hide my gun.
But in the end I trug along. With my journal at my side while I whistle a song. Sometimes life isn't all its cracked up to be, but that's what happens when your always wrong.
So here I am, sitting in my tub. Thinking of the fun times, when I was just a bright young cub.
I say to myself "Ignorance is Bliss. Its probably best if I had stayed none the wiser"
As I down the whole liquid , a bottle of Appletiser.
Arron Smart (Azerdoe)