I admit I feel insane walking in the rain with this blood splattered shirt,

The slice in my chest just hurts so bad and the rain drops do not help the pain,

I saw a slightly dirty towel on the side of the road so i picked it up,

Knowing the possibility of infection I put the towel to my gash to stop the massive blood flow,

Now having wet sticks and dirt in my fresh wound was not ideal but I had no choice,

You see that day was not the day I was meant to die but I feel that death has tried,

I make it to the house in pain grab a bottle of rugging alcohol and pour it on the wound,

It burns and I scream as I take the antibiotic ointment and whipe the wound with the q tip,

Then I cut the wound open just a little wider so that I could get the glass and twigs out with the tweezers,

After cleaning the painful wound now I must sew my own flesh back together like a human ragdoll,

I take a thick piercing needle that i had used to pierce my friends tounge with and tied thread at the end of it,

Then took the needle and pierced my flesh and as it stung I screamed my girl came in to try to calm me down,

She also tried to stop me and she told me to go to the hospital they know better,

But with no car, no money, and no sence of direction it seemed like she was just messing with me,

I went to my neighbors house and bought some pain pills and put them in my mouth,

Then I grabbed a half full bottle of seagrams whiskey to wash the chewed pills down with,

Now that I couldn’t feel the pain anymore I thought that maybe it would be a good time to penetrate my girlfriends slit,

So I called her over and she got ontop of me and started riding my half hard piece while we finished smoking the last of the weed.

And thats what happened June 21

Happy Birthday to me…………….