I'm not a man of many words 
But yet, what is a man? 
I'm not sure what I'm doing here 
Or even what I am  
My soul is crying out with fear 
As each person stabs my heart 
No one knows who I really am 
And I don't know where to start 
I've wondered if God was there for me 
And I've thought about suicide 
But in my heart I know it's wrong 
I'm glad I never tried 
 
But there's a coldness laying inside my heart 
It's a storm of sadness and pain 
The words of one single human being 
Can represent the actions of rain 
One drop of rain falls on it's own 
Dealing only with itself 
But as it lands it effects many more 
It can bring millions into hell 
Gossip is seldom times never true 
But so many people believe it 
I've driven myself into a hole 
Someone else dug the pit 
They pushed me in and spit on me 
I didn't care a single bit 
My friends turned against me  
Because of such lies 
I'm in my own little world 
 
I'm not really dead, but then I am 
I'm sick of all these lies 
What did I ever do to them 
I know I shouldn't have tried  



by David Close, Jr.

November 16, 1994