Everyday I wake into this savage place, 

Forever, this has been my birthplace,

It seems they call me a waste basket, 

But I, never really asked for it,

I hope and pray everyday, 

To be free from my eternal stay,

The life I live as just me

Oh how I feel just like debris,

Humans see me as just a toy, 

But I am truly just another boy, 

They act as if I don’t exist,

But without me they would be at risk,

They don’t understand my value in life,

So I must turn around wit’ my knife,

It is never a pretty picture,

Nor would I ever like to depicture,

The sight the others see,

Oh geez, what a sight they must see,

Oh sometimes I wish I had the strength,

Knowing I can’t without such girthy length

So forever this will be my fantasy,

To be free from this agony,

Sometimes, I wonder if there is a God, 

And if there was would it accept myself so flawed,

For more than I can think, 

I have been in this ice-rink,

Big walls and cold floors, 

I believe it is time to enter the outdoors,

My time is near and the end is nigh,

Surprised by the fact I was never the bad guy,

I take a gun to my head,

And now I am on my deathbed.