• Wild
    Crazy
    Fun
    Alive...
    These are words to depict my old life.
    Sorrow
    Agony
    Heart Break
    Death...
    That is what has happened in the last year.

    When i ended my life it ended with your knife, friendships cradle a shot comfy bed followed by romance, days went by in the comfy cradle then you dumped me on the queen sized bed of love you let me be there for one whole year then sold my cradle saying i dont need it. and left me homeless no one to love no one to hold, my nights grow cold my spirit sold away. next morning death appeared as family member struck with permanent sleep stuck in bed, dead. cancer they said around the body, no it cant be my grandmother has died... the women that raised me i must bury life is unforgiving in regards to the heart, pain in my chest thought was from her came to be the portrayal of my demise my lungs are forfeit never to be better scarred beyond repair death awaits me in my final throws of frenzy. my life used to be sweet now sour with the taste of bile for all the good ive done for everyone.