"How can we as people look out at the world and see that what we have created, isn't good enough? so we build over, and we destroy peoples lives because truthfully we just don't care if our billion dollar empire kills millions of families happiness. I wish I could puke, but the truth is I am almost out of bile. American Dream? What is the American Dream? Does that mean you can buy as many bottles of booze, and hookers as you party your way to your death? Did the American Dream ever mean to get all coked up on your drug of choice, and make a fool of yourself on television. Does that mean now that you can buy whatever your heart desires that when something goes terribly wrong you can pull out your cash, and buy your way out of a bloody situation? If that's what the "American Dream" is all about then I want nothing to do with that disease. When I look at the TV all I see is the innocent people of this nation being kidnapped, being killed, being hurt, and all we can come up with is a new show to bicker back and forth at each other, and do nothing to help. In it for the money, and nothing else. How useless are we that all we care about is making the next new show about following another broken Celebrities family in their everyday life. How pathetic? Is this suppose to make me proud to be an American? There are people risking there lives for this freedom, and all we know how to do is make fools of ourselves. What does it mean to be an American? Does it mean to have a wife with 2.5 kids, and work a boring job, working the same hours a week? Maybe the reason I am so depressed is because when I look out at the world I see something God couldn't possibly want. This is not what God meant when he said love your neighbor, he didn't mean break into another man's house, murder him and kidnap his four year old daughter. Where is my hope? Because at one point in my life it was staring at me in the face, now I am looking in every corner, but all I am really finding is darkness. So where is our America, where is our beautiful home, because it's not here anymore?"
I can say that I'm fine again, but many words that I speak don't seem to come true. I could be just like you, but these dreams will never come true. I could be all alone, but I would never survive this worthless world. I can run away, but this pain will always follow by my side. I can say a lot of things, but that doesn't mean that anyone would listen. I can walk up right, but that doesn't mean that I won't be thrown to the ground. I still have so much to lose, I don't know what to do. I can say that I'm fine again, but my words might be lies. I'm going to be fine, One day, Too Late, I'm in hell.
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