I have a brother

 who will never live to see freedom because he chose a way of life that landed him in prison. His son often asks me where he is and I cant bring myself to tell him the type of person his father really is, and its songs like this that make me want to hate my brother for being so selfish and not realizing the hurt he puts in his sons heart. The lyrics in this song explain exactly what I feel when I think of my nephew when I held his newborn body for the first time.

Plans

plan A to kill my self, plan B to kill my self, plan C to weather the summer, and in autumn, to kill my self.