Its frustrating that once I finally let ppl read my writings.. they don't get me. I normally don't let people read mostly b/c I have this problem w/ perfection. I'll sit and re-word my writings 20... 30 times. This one I went over once and didn't feel like changing anything. The stupid parts make the better sound good? no... not really. Anyways, the other reason I don't let ppl is b/c I don't think they will get me, and my gracious, I was right. This fucking poem has nothing to do w/ suicide. ITs about running out of options. Its about knowing there is nowhere I can turn where my heart won't feel ripped out. ~sigh~ I really don't care if people get it. Just say to yourself, "wow, that was a piece of shit" and go on w/ your life.