When I sit alone, I'm left to drown myself in my thoughts...

...how I should have been a better child and did what I was told...

...how the abuse changed who I am...

...how I've fucked up so many oppourtunities that have come my way...

...how my physical appearance has been distorted by what I have done...

...how alone I feel...

...how I want someone at that point, to hold me and tell me everything is going to be ok...


I don't like my thoughts, they make me miserable...there's only a little bit of light at the end of my tunnel...

...And all I know is that it's worth sticking around for...