Have you ever felt so down you think of suicide, but decide it may be too painful. I am sure when you slip away it ends but there is doubt in the minds of men. What purpose are we here for? What cause to what effect to the end of all no doubt?! Like the anxt of a teen I some times feel mean. Can this be solved with meds? Can this be solved with truth.?It for me can all be solved with a bit of L.O.V.E. No more anxt should there be felt with love. So what can be itchy feet, a kind of feeling you have to make a move & scratch?!. To the future I get told to look. Backwards I make my way through every melee, will I be scared when it is my time to go to the executioner, how will it end heaven, hell, pain, peace? I feel scared yet I do not do myself harm I feel cut-up I must be emotional I have lost, I give up you have won I serenader I put my hands up with two fingers at the set up. Emotional days lonely nights I’m getting on ok so far. When will they shut the door, lid, coffin & bury me in the ground to be eaten away down to the bone a corps no zombie state all will be left is my A.R.T’s sake.!?