She's Said Meaner. And She Should Know Better.

You cannot stand without your crutches of malice. You cannot breathe without waking in the morning and sucking the sweet happiness out of life.

"Your a weak person who will never be independant. Have a nice life."

I just can't do this anymore. I remember leaving my old house and how I cried for years. Years. When you are 9 you shouldn't then cry for years. Even now the thought of just driving by brings tears.

I didn't loose a family member. The house didn't burn down in a fire.

I just can't put away the terror that plauges me at night. How with the waking day it doesn't dissapear. I don't want to loose it all again. I still have recovered from the first time.

Broken hearts turn dry dreaming sobs to stained cheeks the next day.

Its absurd the amout of anger that floats around us. And its really over nothing at all.