Walked out of there, Not much to live for, They hate me, Me hates me. Walking slowly, Nowhere to go, No one to see, Weight shifted as I walk. Left leg out, I am on the ground. Right leg taken too. Rolling in pain, Agony and anxiety. End it, end it now! Left alone to suffer, Life blown to hell. Physical pain too much. End me, end me now! Multiply that, By everyday in your life.
This is the archive of previous writings of the Opiated Sherpa. It's mostly poetry that dates back to 1997, back when I was a sapling of 16. And then since then... this.