My arms are red a gash for each person i hurt.

Have you ever just sat on your own, thinkin that the person you are, isn't really you, but what you have become.

My heart is as broken as eggs on a sunday morning

Your sorry's have lost all meaning and no longer mean anything to me.

If that is all that happens today, it's not a bad day

wise words from my special auntie shirley, who is coping and is one of the strongest people in know. she use to say things could never get worse, and as most of you know, it always can.

Forgiving isnt't forgetting, its excepting