As I sit here staring at my scars I think about how it's like living in
in hell. My scars are like questions that I can only answer. I don't
cry just tears, I cry blood. I am tired of lies that life holds and things
that don't make a dam bit of since. Once my life is over I believe
then my life would be complet. My memories are painful giving up
is my solution. I can't move on with the future when I still live the
past. I can't believe any of this is real. Everything I had is dissolving
like the pills I take to make the pain go away. I am trying to escape
my life, the hell I've been through. I am doing this in a way I never
planed. I don't know how this happened. Life gose by so quikly to
and you get to the point in your life, were you close your eyes and
just say goodbye.
