Warning these are from my memo's, so whatever is in this book may be something minors should not read because of depression and other things.

Do Not You Think

What do you do when you're all alone, nothing to lose but your own sanity. Drowning from the sorrow that eats you up up at night, inside you feel empty but also cold. You don't understand who you are nor what your ment to be, your just there but faiding slowly from the world that has been haunting you poking fun at you for more then centuries now.

How do I face this fire alone? The anger and sadness ignites within, settings flames to the hollow night as the waves crash beneath the sea. There Lys no life just the sorrow of our souls, for all we can do is morrow over deaths and lives that were once real. But then again what is real and what was fake, how could we decide over all of the pain we suffered and continue to weep over. We again and again try to sweep away these emotions that are there, they must be real for we defie what is right infront of us. We do not comprehend however, the more we make mistakes we effect others lives and tourure not only them but ourselves. So who are we? We must be the real devils and sinners, for even if we are forgiven we are not forgotten. Do not you think we should just own up to our sins? Do something right for a change, don't apologies with words but with actions.