I hate my life. Do you wanna know why? Cause my dad's an ax wound, who just keeps getting deeper. And my mom is the harmful type of alcohol that just keeps getting poured in by the hated girl in my class.

I hope that you DO NOT enjoy this poem. Why enjoy? We'll all feel bad the next day.

Every day, I feel like I am in a sea of despair;
And each day, I cannot bear.
And all of those today,who feel silly and happy;
Don't forget that tommorrow, you'll just feel crappy.

Stupid, I know, but hey, cut me some slack. I'm only a kid. They fry our brains too much at my school.