But what could have been only exists in our fantasy. Life is what life is, right?
We were born under either a lucky star or one that was very unlucky.
The lucky ones have it so easy.
For the unlucky ones, we cave to internal hate and disgust. We are too old to blame our parents, even though they are to blame for almost everything.
No child was ever born a bad child. No child was ever born lacking self esteem or confidence unless....
They stood alone when ever they were hurt.
And many of us were hurt. I am not alone and neither are you.
I have the freedom to write about this now because nothing shames me any more. Nothing hurts me any more.
But it stills hurts you. I hear the ache in your hearts as you try to fall asleep and all the world is coming down on you.
Where will you live? Where will you find food? Where will you find anyone to love you and take care of you before it is too late?
I would say one day it will be better but you know better than that.
So I will say good night and tomorrow will be another wretched day but keep the faith...at least your not dead like me....if you take a chance you could feel something.
Fight to feel or come to my side....no hunger, no taste, no thirst,no passion....no nothing other than games with people as my little rats