I wrote this four years ago, when i first discovered the release of poetry... Just found the actual poem stashed away in my room, matches how i feel for the last few months. For my life's understanding you must see through my views, and look from my eyes, my life upon my moon. As that is impossible, I will do what I can, and hope that you truthly Do want to understand. About this time last year, I made a promise to myself Not a promise, a wish, A wish- Begging for hell. I was a very hard promise, But a wish I will keep, Until i can finally end, End all the pain inside of me. This very wish, Was my wish upon death. That one true wish, The one crying for my life's end.