I’m Eighteen years of age,

and already I don’t know what to say or do.

I feel like I’ve lost before I’ve even begun.

My life will always be filled with pain, that I cant undo.

Look at my face and see my pain.

My scars run deep into my soul.

In my short time on this death obsessed planet.

I’ve realized that self destruction is everyone’s goal.

But can I break free,

of this stupid fate tied to the lives of mortal men?

Can I find a new way to live,

and prove that I’m better than the rest of them?

I don’t want to die a nobody.

Honest truth, I don’t want to die at all.

I know my time on this world is forever tightening,

and when I die I pray I don’t die unknown, alone and small.

To the Grave I’ll commit my body.

To God my spirit in all its beauty and awe.

To my family my everlasting memory.

To my wife. Our children, my love and so much more.

What I hate the most is sleeping,

as my dreams turn into nightmares as often as they can.

The dreams I have would scare you to death.

But are they visions of someone’s plan?

A lost little boy someone once called me.

And I know it’s true as I lie down to sleep.

The witching hour is fast approaching,

and one more time into my dreams I shall creep.