Life makes you want to shoot yourself with a gun. <br />When it happens its been done. <br />Fore here i stand in the sun light. <br />Hating the sun with all my might. <br />fore it is way to bright. <br /> <br />Its black spots are to black beads around my neck. <br />Life hating me and my good deeds. <br />Suns heat can kill a dove. <br />But.......can also die from a bullet cove. <br />Life hates me even my good deeds. <br /> <br />So here i am again on the hill top- <br />Falling to the bottom with a plop... <br />Maybe from a gun shot. <br />Or its just a thought...... <br /> <br />I suppose! ! ! ! ! <br /> <br />Life is ruff. <br />Just be tough <br />And hide in a dark corner. <br />Not the Mexican border.<br /><br />James McCraw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/depressing-life/
