I am angry with the world while the memory of hurt keeps me frm moving on, cos to past I never loved I am tied to. I need help. I av never lived my self. The stranger in me as taken over me. Is there hope? Within me hope and hurt contends. Even though I tried from the ashes of yesterdays light is yet to sprout, love long dead in me is yet to bud, but I have hope in the dawn, in the thought of sunshine, it is not the end of the road. Though my emotion might failed from the scratch feeling I will build my life again. www.truthattwilight.com
