ish good =) liked it =) one night after got home fromt he hospital, after i woke up from a week coma, i sat beside the phone and a knife besides me... thinking how come none ever care... "prolly they dont care since been cutting my self fromt ime to time"... sometimes i even plead for him to take my life... but i'm still living... so my doctor told me to write poems, sometimes sht really helps... but i dunno...

i feel ur poem =) prolly i can see my self to u... i dunno... i feel ever lil inch of ur pain... hope u can make it thou =) like me still struggling...

love ur poems... hope u hit my spot =) ciao