day pass by somehow but night now are a wagon of pain injuries may heal with time but mark will always remain restless on my comfortable bed i toss and turn and try to sleep but thought are bulking my head and have formed a huge heap the past is flashing its scorching light beams tearing me apart breaking me at the seams the darknessof my life is more visible in the dark and now i am trying to give it a voice trying to speak my heart$$$$$$^^^^^^^^&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&@@@@@@@@@()()()(((((((((((())))))))))))))
Posted on: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 01:59:31 +0000