In the night I hear it.
In the day it’s there.
I see it in the way people look.
Your no good.
Your fat.
The clothes look riridiculous.
Not even your parents like you.
Your friends laugh at you.
The only reason you have a pet is that you feed it.
When you die who will know.
Who will care?
All alone rreally.
Your wife is trapped with you.
She has nothing.
She hates you.
The day you die is a blessing.
Why not do it.
Get that knife.
Slice your wrists.
Get them pills.
Pop them like sweeties.
You have a belt.
Put it...