What's wrong? What have you been doing? Why do you smile when you're getting bullied? What do you think while your parents are fighting about something and some how pull you into the mix? Where do you think you'll end up in life? How come you only laugh on purpose? Why do you fake smiles and laughs? Who are you?
I think of these questions while sitting on my roof, bottle in one hand, an old colt in the other. I lay on my back and look up at the stars and clouds and simply say...
"I know all these answers..."
I sat up, stood up, throw the bottle in the air, raised my colt and...
BANG!
Pieces of shattered glass flew everywhere along with a small abount of Dr. Peep's soda.
"I could give a shit..." I then threw my gun off the roof, walked back across the roof, slid in through my window, laid down, and closed my eyes thinking...
It can only get better.
IT CAN ONLY GET BETTER SO DON'T WAIST YOURSELF! WAIST THE ANGER INSTEAD!