Hope pov
My life routine has always been the same, wake up, work, cry, play and talk with my children and sleep am so fucked up you know
Am in my room looking at the fifteen pictures on the wall, I can't still believe I did what I did, but I did what has to be done
Everytime I look at myself in the mirror I curse the day I was born
But life is full of regrets
Life sucks
Moving away from the pictures , I can remember the way I stabbed him in the heart "no no no no not now" I hate memories, fucking stupid
I went to my table and brought out my diary, that I titled "The hand that gives" to write more about my fucked up day , funny hun , I have nobody to share my pain with and my time kept running away
I hope someday before I leave I will be able to give someone to publish it out for people that are outside that are like me
Don't blame people without knowing them , it hurts when I think of my past , that smiling face mask I want to put on again
Don't judge people by there cover some are literally naked
One day, someday I wish, I wish,I wish I can put it on once again
Standing up to use my drugs, it been a long day
Let's get some rest and tomorrow I can get to the important meeting that I have
Only the strong ones shall live
5 months and 30 days to go
Second chapter is out babies, vote, comment & share
I love you all 💙💙💙💙💙💜💙💙💙💙