I drive myself off edge theres only so much i can stand every day it builds up until i shater in place and wake up more broken the before, I go on but like a sickness it stricks again only worse, my freinds the worry so but really they never understand, why is this happeing is this some crule joke, my past was hard anofe and already had me by the throat, how much longer i ask the god that dose not egsist, but then relizesing theres noone there not even the wind, the only thing to do is Sleep, Dream...... and hope to never wake up...................

~Asha