I am so stressed no one knows what's going on with me, thats
because I don't want anyone to know, I'm abused, by my
father, and my mother is a alcoholic, I feel like I'm on a
stage, and putting on a show one that people will want to
believe how my life is. Surrounding me is the black curtain
but no one can see it but me. The black curtain represents
how my life really is no one knows what I have to put up
with each, and everyday. It really hurts to know that my mom
never wanted me, it hurts to be around her without wanting
to ask her why she didn't want me. Tonight as I lay in bed
with a gun to my head I think about how grand it would be to
pull the trigger, and end all of my misery. I cock the
hammer, and put my finger on the trigger, and pull it as I
die. The Black Curtain comes to a close, and it engulfs me
in its blackness.