As I sit here starring at my scars I think living life is like living hell. My scars are like questions that I could only answer. I don't cry tears any more, I cry blood.I'm tired of lies that life holds and things that don't make any since. Once my life is over my life is complete.
My memories are painful giving up is my only solution. I cant move on with the future when I'm still with the past. I can't believe any of this is real. Every thing I had is dissolving like the pills I take to make the pain go away.
I'm trying to escape my life, in away I didn't plan. I don't know how this happened. Life goes by so quickly to a point where I close my eyes and say good bye.

wishes

I wish I was a child again,
Nestled in my mother's arms.
I long to hear "It'll be all right,"
As she gently strokes my hair.
'Cause grownup problems can seem too tough.
Hard to face them on my own.
I wish I was a child again,
Nestled in my mother's arms.