When i talk, no one hears, when i act out, no one cares…perhaps someone, somewhere, will read this final letter to the world, and care…but for now, all that is real is the pain,all that is final is death, what is true is what you choose to believe… the gun i am holding now to my head…a small one, 9mm beretta, will choose for me whether i live or die today…live to see tomorrow…

~Im nick im 14 and cant write worth a damn~
really sorry, just had to vent some rage and suicidal thoughts coursing through my mind…perhaps someone will understand. Read some of my other submissions

By Darkened Eyes

I'm 15 i live in chicago I love metal and writing poetry.