Once in awhile, I'll be able to write. Write like I have a book of words to say.. & then the next day, I'll have nothing. I'll feel nothing. I also tend to scatter my writing, as you'll see here. My hearts been stomped on & I've knocked out some too. All I've ever looked for was love & lost track of myself. I've given so much into others I don't know who I am anymore. I ease my pain with alcohol & calm my nerves with cigarettes. I'm constantly in relationships that turn out to be bad news. I've loved one to many & don't plan on quitting. People will tell you how strong I am & how I can get threw anything.. I beg to differ.. I hurt, all the time.. I hide that though & you'd never be able to tell.

Unless you read what I write or hear what I sing
This is my story you'll never know, until I let you in..