Life and death are like next-door neighbors.
Any one can give death, and any one could take life.
Like this rain, it could hit anyone...
with out warning.
i remember this poem. but not really sure where i got it from...i was reminded this on thursday when i say some one got killed...it wasnt a clean death ethere...the guy was suffering....even tho i look at him for 10 sec, i could see it in his eyes...how much he wanted to die and end the pain...... then i was reminded of my dad for some odd reason...all of this just made me really sick....i tired to hide it like i all ways hide most of my feelings...but this...its not the way he died that made me so sick....just thinking about that guys family....maybe he was comeing home from work or some thing....i cant stop thinking about it...its all makeing me really sick...3 deaths i saw in 1 week...this being my 2ed that i saw with my own eyes. the othere 2 i saw this week was at school....some ass hole thinks its funny to see ppl die, he was watching a guy get his head cut off....and the othere was the same thing only it was in black and wait and took place some where around would war 2......its just sick how ppl could enjoy watching ppl die....i just wish i could give them death to show them how stupid and stick that could really be....im bleeding some where around my head....maybe i should go lay down now...