He says "My life is over, Because my son Ended his. I just feel like I'm gonna explode with rage, sadness, and anger towards the world." Just because of the one day. His son was on drugs and alcohol, and everyone knew it. Autopsy said 'unknown', but it everyone knew it was a suicide. Torn apart, He can't focus, Can't return to normal Life. Don't you see up There in Heaven What you've done To your father? R.I.P. Phillip 2/23/07

He's sitting in Trial, Awaiting the jury's Decision. Staring at each of Their faces, He silently pleads To be set free. But his track Record isn't good. "We, the jury, Hereby declare the Defendant Guilty of all three counts of Arson, And the second Degree murder Of both of his Parents."

He doesn't call 911. His parents are home, But only when the fire Reaches their bedroom Door do they smell The smoke. They're trapped. He gets out, And watches flames Engulf the house He once lived in. It burns down. He didn't know His parents Were still inside.

He lights a candle. Just one, He doesn't want Anything To happen. After all, His whole life (Including his Parent's lives) Is here. So he remembers The two times He's set a house On fire. The gorgeous flames... He can't stop Himself now. He flings the candle At the fabric curtain.

He's always loved Fire. The way it looks, Feels, Smells, Just everything About it. But, He's been Charged with arson Twice. He's a Pyromaniac.

My opinion About the world Is as follows. People are too Egotistical. Everything revolves Around sex. War is wrong. Children are Annoying. (Even though I'm thirteen.) Everyone thinks that they're Right, no matter what. Practical things Should be taught In school. Life sucks Most of the time. Everyone will Die soon, In an apocalypse that is purely from us being Self-destructive. You can agree. Or not. Opinion.

The next thing He knew, He was standing On the edge Of the roof Of a twenty-four Story building. He saw the world in Perfect, crystal clear Vision, And fell. R.I.P.

When he took drugs He felt Superiority. The world seemed sharper. Today, he used His favorite. PCP. He rolled a Joint, smoked it, Rolled another. This went on until He was so high, He swore He could hear heaven.

Marijunana, Methamphetamine, Ecstacy, Steriods, Prescriptions, PCP, Acid, Heroine, Cocaine, Methadone, Amphetamine, The list goes on and on. He's smoked, Snorted, Taken pills, Everything. All he wants is the feeling.

Ten years later... He sits with his Daughter, Smiling at her Innocence. With his wife Across the room, They have a Perfect life. He walks into The bathroom, where He gets his bag out again. A few cuts later, Everyhitng feels better.