my life as it is known

my life as known, isn't worth the bricks and stones, i think i will just end my life, maybe tonight, maybe some time durning the moon light. i can't transform into the person you want me to be, it is just the way that she wants to kill me, it is only the way i want to die. i feel like i can't touch the sky. this poem is rated to my feelings. i can't explain them but i can write them, cheezy or b