Second Chances They think everything is perfect when the baby's out. But the Dads so messed up he should be in a crazy house. The dad doesn't take part in his children's lives. But in his children's eyes, He drinks to get rid of the pain inside. He sits there drunk watching baby crawl around the floor. Baby hasn't eat'n since his mom left the door. And the baby gets beat'n for his family being poor. Child protective services couldn't help them anymore. So mom comes home from work'n real late. The pay aint real great, 9 an hour with no break. So the mom goes straight to the medicine cabinet, Because the moms just a junky with a medicine habit. Four o'clock comes around one boy opens the door. See's Dad drunk on the couch, baby crying on the floor. He runs upstairs and stairs in the mirror. Asking god why life isn't right, Why life isn't fair. Why does his family have to live like bums and savages. Why does his family's income way below average. Why do all the cool kids in school get to have nice clothes and fresh kicks on? Why does he walk through the halls at school and always get picked on? But its ok because he has a specific date on the calendar. Where he walks through the halls at school, and shoots all the cool kids and the counselors. This is the product of a life without real family or friends. But at the end of the day this is just all pretend. He wouldn't actually go to the school and shoot all of the kids. Its not all there fault for the way his life is. He's frustrated, He's hungry, but his family has no money. He's tired of eating government cheese and expired lunchmeat. This is it, He's decided, his soul feels like a mix of a massacre and a riot. So tired of trying. Deep thought about dyeing. Finally grabs his dads gun and starts crying. Drops down to his knees and puts the barrel into the hole of his mouth. He has to pull the trigger because there's not another way out. This bullet is for anybody who called me wimpy or tempt me. *He squeezes on the trigger* CLICK! It was Empty. Second Chances.