when i was in my darkest hour and struggled in that path of ours i gave up the hope in the far distance you see but i dont want to be ungreatful it seems. You try to help me when all i do is ask, but still is unhappy to fulfill my task, Ill pray and ill beg for a happy life,then why cant i stop or put down that sharp knife. the pain is a confirt but i want it to go away, my life is like a world that is dark everyday. hoping to find a light come by my soul feeling that i cant stop and go on anymore. crying has stopped but cutting has grown on my fingertips is the blood thats been poored getting over the past isnt easy as it seems especially the life i pretended to lead§.
