*cries*

the last line was what got me. (You're not really dead are you? It'd be completely pointless for me to type this if you were.)

IF YOU WERE GOING TO DIE WHY WOULD YOU POST IT ON FICTION PRESS SO I WASTE MY TIME WRITING A REVIEW YOU WON'T EVEN BE ABLE TO READ?

eh heh... I'm not flaming you unless you are dead.

if you are dead, rest in peace my friend.

If you aren't...

I liked this poem, more of a monologue almost. The whole poem is an end, even the beginning is an end. Perhaps all things are an end to something. come to think of it... they are. If I could meditate without falling asleep (It is rather late) then I would. It's worth thinking about.

I like what you say about medication though... it is terrible, and yet... without it, there is only death. either way is a dead end, you can kill your soul (To Medicate) or your body (Not to Medicate) I wish that I were strong enough to stop taking mine and through myseklf off a building. I know that that sounds horrible and people will think I'm troubled and blah blah blah, but you know... It's just something that can't be explained unless you've been there...

good work, keep at it,(If you're still alive that is(I hope so))

EiB