Links / Buttons / Diaryrings Trust Your Instincts / Creator of Speak Out / Current Facilitator Guestbook / Notes / E-Mail Previous / Next / Current / Archive Add an entry I cried every night, it hurt so damn bad, you were a father figure. to me, my brother, the pain, every night it would go on, it burned inside me until I could contain it no longer, I let it out, It's brought so much strain, to my life, my feelings everything.. it was all gone. all in a phone call. my life taken away in an instant. as I watch the blood stream from my hands I can only think of what you did. my tears run down my face, I want to die. I hope your happy. I wish you knew what I go through everyday. what I think about every second, every moment of the day. I see you, parts of you I wasnt meant to see. but yet I saw them anyways. Why me? Why all the other people like me? What did we do? questions of my dangerous mind... - 2008-06-27 Relating To A Postcard - 2008-06-26 Sexual/Assault - 2008-04-04 so easy.. - 2007-03-20 here - 2006-10-14 |
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