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05-02-2007, 03:01 AM
most of the things that happen to me are sad and horrid. I have been raped and my chest slit by a drunk dude, my mum is a drug attict and I dont even know my real father, my class treats me terribly and I have close to no friends (beside here), I have no clue to the where abouts of my mum, and I am seperated from the rest of my family. wanna know anything else? I still got more from my stash of 14 years hand-on experience of a horrid life.
the real truth is often the one we dont want to hear
i am the tears that fall, you are the blood on my skin, we are mingled forever again, here we stand, hand in hand, but ill let go when my time has come, time for u to fly alone
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