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.

That night, The pain built up And it was as if his veins Were screaming. He pulled out of his Backpack, a bag. Rubberbands, Pocketknives, Razorblades, Even the tip of a Compass. He had it all. A few scars later, Everything felt so much Better.

"I feel so emo today," Said one girl in the hallway. He felt like turning around And throwing her Against the wall. She didn't know, No one did. If they had ever Tried it, Felt what it was like, Then and only then Would they know. He was a cutter.

The doctor walked in. She secretly hated Having to preform this Procedure. When she was about To start, She whidpered two Words into the girl's ear. "You're sick." Suprisingly, the words Rolled off the girl's Back. One thought Went through her mind. "No one will know." She arrived at school As the lunch bell rang.

She decided on abortion. Walking into the doctor's office, She felt tears Well up in her eyes As people stared at her. It was as if they knew. She could almost read theit minds. "Disgusting." "Wrong." As she lay Down on the uncomfortable Doctor's bed, Awaiting the procedure, She cried for her baby. She wiped the tears Off her face And prayed that her baby Would soon be in heaven.

Only fourteen, She kept reminding herself. She didn't tell anyone, Only repeated it Over and over In her head. She knew her options. Abortion, Adoption. She couldn't keep it. But she secretly wanted to. She wondered what color The baby's eyes would be. Would it be a boy or a girl?