SketchySause

“Why don’t you kill yourself?” Is the voice that often pops in my head To remind me I’d be better off dead. As I sit in my two story house I’m always alone and filled with doubt. I take medications I don’t know why These thoughts constantly go through my mind. I remind myself I have friends who care And my parents, well, try to be there. Some would think I’m being over dramatic Others will think these thoughts could only come from an addict Or a psycho. As I weigh the pros and cons The commercials shut off, the main program goes on So I turn my mind off and let the show play And hope th

She opened her eyes that day for the final time. The final day of her life, but she wouldn't know. Unless she did. I knew she did. Terra was an odd girl, natural black hair with blue eyes, standing at 5'10 you could never miss her. Sadly, no one did. She closed her eyes that day for the final time, as her slim neck adorned a noose, just her size. No one would have thought it would be her. She was too happy, or so they thought happy. No one bothered to ask. They have busy lives, you see. Somehow this impacted me enough to go to her wake, which many did. They were 'close', their lying mouths hissed. No one cried, I think. I don't even think

    Almost everyday is the same for me. I wake up, feed and play with the Quilava my ex-girlfriend gave me, and go and work at the PKMart. You'd think its a crappy job, but I enjoy it. Then I get some food, go for a run with Quilava, then go to sleep. I repeat that almost daily. But today felt different than most. Maybe it was the lack of sunlight that flooded my room due to a freak thunder storm that ravaged the region. Or maybe because of the warning they'd played on the television, "Be aware of your surroundings.. MAKE SURE YOUR POKEMON ARE SAFE.". But I just felt uneasy.    My walk to work was the same, minus the wind and the lack of peo