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There's just so many hearts I wish I'd touched, but had no guts to face,
'Cuz I hate myself so much that all my love just goes to waste.
I don't wanna be invincible, just rid me of my pain.
Get drunk and stoned and martyred all while dancing in the rain.
Smiling at the clouds, sticking out my tongue,
hoping that I'll drown before the hero sun has come.

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This poem is one I found in my 8th grade science notebook, meaning I was 14 when I wrote it. It's from September 11th, 1999. I remember it was the second or third verse in a song which I was writing/had written to use as my suicide note/eulogy. I have no clue if I ever finished or if I blocked it out.
But, rather than leave my blog untouched until I recover from my severe case of laziness, I figured I'd share this. :)

Thank-yuh-kindly,
Geoff