Part 1 Poem by Angel Smith

As i watch myself disappear slowly in the mirror
i bleed from every orifice
standing in the puddle of my own blood
wandering why i stood in this life
wandering when the end will come
is it near or far?

yet for some odd reason i keep going
trying ever thing i can to make this world like me
at times wanting to give up
but i stay strong
grab my skateboard and go thrash a spot
while listening to my Mp3 player

but at the end of the day
i always flash every event that happened throughout my life
i get depressed
cry or keep everything inside
i know it's not healthy,
my anger is gaining control of me day by day
will it ever consume me?
there is various questions i have about myself
i know i wont get any of the answers so i stay looking in that same mirror
watching myself get ripped to shred's.....

(to be continued)