I feel so broken inside to know how much i have been thought and to know that the pain will never end and it keeps on haunting me and i look back in my life and see nothing, and i think to my self why me, i have been a good person but yet i always find my self alone in the end and it seems like their is no happiness in this world, i find that for you to be happy you have to be alone and i hate to be alone because of my thoughts and ideas i know that someday i will be whole be when i am tried of waiting to be whole i am tried of being broken
