Sometimes I just want to take a long car ride over the bumpy roads of the world. Look out at the city lights and cut down trees.

Sometimes I want to bury myself in piles of clothes and cry. Cry until I can't.

Sometimes I want to lay in my bed and think of depressing thoughts that are real.

Sometimes I want to tell everything I'm feeling to someone. And they would hug me and tell me what to do.

Sometimes I want to walk down the road and stomp my feet as hard as I can on the ground and stomp my anger out.

Sometimes I want to run through the woods and shout out to the world all my secrets.

Sometimes I want to swear and shout every nasty word in the dictionary at my enemies.

Sometimes I think that maybe other people might feel the same way as me.

Sometimes I'm alone with my thoughts.

Sometimes I want to scream at the top of my lungs.

Sometimes I want to type everything on my mind until my memory is emptied.

Some of these are possible. Others are not. Some of these I do. Others I dare not.

There is no ending to this poem... Unless you ponder my words. Then, maybe you will find the lost ending to this poem. Maybe you will live the ending. You might think it or speak it or type it.

I suggest instead learning and understanding it.