I open my eyes to a new day rising. I sigh and get out of bed and get ready for the unpreventable tragedies that are bound to come. The days pass slowly, allowing the pain to sweep over my body, provoking the blood to seep from the wounds that are inflicted. When the sun falls below the Earth's surface and the moon rises I lay in bed crying. The memories of the pain and scars that I try to hide all are shown at night. I lay staring at my ceiling, thinking. Slowly I fall asleep, with the tears still falling. One last question remains in my mind when I finally drift off to sleep....Will I always live my life this way?
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