The Best I'Ve Felt All Day. (Aug 18th) Poem by Steven Stocker

Life is pretty bad, in fact I hope to die.
Please just cross my heart, stick a needle in my eye
Hold my breath everyday, manage to survive
Or stop my veins from pulsating, I'm about to get up and try.

Give me something new, a reason to stay awake
Preferably a plant or something thats man made
Synthetically created to play games with my brain
After a year of chemicals everything just feels the same

Lifes so-so right now, I guess I cant complain
Surrounded by my friends, who all just feel the same
You know, I don't feel good, I definitely don't feel great.
but the fact of the matter is, this is the best I've felt all day.

Hey yo, pass me something new, I've never seen this stuff
Is it an upper or a downer, will it mess my mind up?
I know, I can handle it, my will is pretty tough
But i've tripped out a few times, and a few times is enough.

Oh my F***ing god, Life is F***ing great
I've never been this happy, I cant get this smile off my face
guys you can't sleep now, I'm honestly wide awake
I'll take another hit, I don't need my friends anyway

Laying on the ground, with my head inside the bowl.
I'm glad the toilets clean, or else i wouldn't know.
I've thrown up half my weight, and everything seems cold
I can't lift up my head, I can't wait to go home

Life is pretty bad, in fact I hope to die
the best way to do it is to feel good every night
get in the habit, become creative, and start to explore your mind.
save it for a time you want to feel good, then let the feelings unwind.