The mind of a sad man.

Divide and conquer,thoughts getting darker suicide being the only option, people yelling at me from every angle

to stop it. I'm not losing it shit, i've already lost it. People, can't get'em off me breaking my concentration

losing all of my patience. Lets face it, the prince and his ignorance betting his life each and everyday like poker chips.

Everyday he spits bullets in a blitz aiming at you but he can't help feelin that he should be aiming at himself.

He needs help he's a danger to his own health,his life means nothing to him it holds no value which means it holds no wealth.

It holds nothing for the blood sucking leaches to have and take for themselves like they deserve it.

Yet he's still hurtin' the cuts are still burnin' and he still feels like he's a burden.

This act of pretending to be happy ain't workin' and he's certain that the grim reaper is lurkin' waitin' on him.

There's this big weight upon him,people hatin' on him.

The weight is crushing him,he thought he was strong. Well,not strong enough to deal with it alone.

But,he's on his own. And by the tone in his voice he's already made his choice.

He takes one of his daddy's "toys" and runs up to his room.

He shuts the door locks and the only noise heard next is click,clack,BOOM.

Now from the gates of hell he watches as everyone he loved swells with tears over his tomb.

All of a sudden,he wakes up with a gasp and he's in class with a pen and a pad in his grasp.

That's the mind of a sad man.