I feel like a scarecrow stuck in place in the cornfields just rotting away it's not fair I can't cope anymore I wish I was killed sometimes o fantasize about someone breaking into my house and assassinating me because I don't have the balls to go through with roping I've thought about standing on the sidewalk wait for a truck and run out and go out that way but never can go through with it as I've said before I'll eventually rope on impulse I'm sure of it I'm 20 already noorwooding on one side ugly face framelet body while my childhood freind who's a chadrone who's younger den me gets prime pussy thrown at him while I Rot its over it never begun 
