Off Course:
Through time we go, hoping something interesting will happen in life. No one suspects anything wrong until they're in a hospital dieing or having an outta body experience. People expect the worse, yet it never hits you until your least expecting it. Sheads of tears, and crys of loss from your family and friends. Confusion from the young children. Six feet under you are. No sight, no hearing, no nothing, only maggots and worms fill the empty spaces within you as the years pass.

I had some deeper poems...

but I deleted them off myspace since my dad added me to his friendslist.

They miiiight be in my journal.

I doubt it though.

Thanks to my inner feelings with Poetry, I've had to see one of those guys whos supposed to "figgure out whats wrong" with you.


One day, he asked me:

So Andy, why are you here?

I replied

Because my parents think Im depressed.

I was. But I lied. I didn't wanna talk with him and I didn't want to be with my parents.

I hate my parents.

Except for my mom, she rocks.