THE END OF MY SHORT ROPE...

I'M GROWING EVER CLOSER TO THE END OF MY SHORT ROPE,AND LONGING FOR A WORLD WHERE I DON'T NEED CLASS A'S TO COPE,THERE'S MANY LESSONS TO BE LEARNED AND MANY THERE TO TEACH,BUT THE STRENGTH I NEED TO PULL IT OFF STAYS ALWAYS OUT OF REACH,SO AS I START TO LOSE ALL SIGHT OF ANY KIND OF HOPE,I'M GROWING EVER CLOSER TO THE END OF MY SHORT ROPE.I LONG FOR SOME NORMALITY WHERE I FEEL CALM AND SANE,WHERE MY WAKING THOUGHTS ARE NOT OF STICKING NEEDLES IN MY VEIN,I TRY NOT TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF MY REFLECTION IN THE GLASS,I'D STICK MY HEAD STRAIGHT IN THE OVEN BUT I CANT AFFORD THE GAS,CUZ I WASTED EVERY PENNY THAT I HAD ON SCORING GEAR,AND SINCE I DID I NOTICE MY SO CALLED FRIENDS DON'T COME NEAR,SO I PEN MY LAST GOODBYE NOTE AND I REAL THE ENVELOPE,NOW I'VE REACHED MY DESTINATION AT THE END OF MY SHORT ROPE.