I don’t want to die… I just want everything to be better again. I want to right all my wrongs and live the life I was expected to. I am the epdidemy of wasted youth, I am what you prey your son will never become. I am pain, shame, I am that look in the eyes of the fallen. Please someone make me believe it can get better again. I want to be convinced, I want I want…. I never really had a chance. I become cursed at seven years of age. I’ve been a shell ever since. This isn’t fair.. not to anyone. I’m not sure I believe I deserve this. I wish I could believe that. That I don’t deserve this. But I do I really do. Let me clarify. When I say this isn’t fair, I don’t mean to me. That would be foolish to fancy such thoughts. I mean to my family, to my friends, to those who don’t even know me who I have yet to hurt. We can all see where this is going. I didn’t mean for it to end this way. I did love, and loved earnestly. Maybe that will be enough. I wish I believed that my pain will end with my life. But my soul is horribly scarred.