Life and Living

My whole life is just a waste of breathe
My body will serve more purpose after death
I sit here just wasting time
Writing line after stupid line
I take no risks, I live without chance
I live like I'm in some hum drum trance
I long for there to be some meaning in why I'm alive
Why am I here, why should I survive
For I see nothing out there worth living for
So tell me why I should continue living any more



Another suicide threat that I will fail to fall through on. Oh well. This poem came from a revaltion I had yesterday. I have a boring life. Never once have I done anything extremlly dangerous, I never dared to test the limits that my parents have set for me. I am safe and I hate that. But now that I realize it, I can change it. And you can bet your life I will.