It was a cold rainy day 

                               I stared at the blank paper with the 

                                       pen as it resembled my life.

                                         As I lied in the darkness the

                                  paper called my name and as I stood

                                the paper and pen came closer and closer.

                                     As I sat down on the vacant chair

                                 I quickly picked up the pen and the

                           first few words that came to my mind was

                                               I'm not happy. 

                                  My feelings then started to pour

                               as the rain did onto the ground and as

                            every detail of my fellings came out I felt

                                          the desire to go father.

                                   And as I reached the end of the

                                  paper  my last words written was

                            " My heart is not filled with the things it

                        Should be rather than the grabage people say to me."