hello. my names Hope, weather that means anything to you or not o well. i just want to tell my perspective of life. i hopw this makes sense.
Life is like a book. a very large book. it goes on and on. maybe its a good book an interseting book that you enjoy. that you could read over and over again with out getting bored with it. but maybe is a horrible book. that no matter how hard you try you can never finish it, not even once since it hurts to much to read it.
In the good book. theres happiness, joy, peace, love, hope, faith, laughter, family, friends. things that the people in the bad book long to have. theres dancing, hug, kisses, poems of joyful things, flowers and sunshine, its always spring, beautful just beautiful. every day is new, theres only happy memories behind you and happy days in front of you.
in the bad book. theres hate, madness,fear, tears, pain, abuse, rape, murder, prison, fate, breaking hearts, running, everything is unstable here. its like being stuck in a dark alley with nothing but rain and blood. dead people laying every where around you. your so cold. and so is everyone else. thers no more tears to cry because you cryed all your tears that you could along time ago. you scream in pain but no one hears you, no one cares they only care about there troubles and pain. you sit there bleeding to death waiting to pass into another place but the better place never comes no matter how hard you pray to your god, or no matter how many stars you wish too, your stuck there forever till the end of the world. you slowly just wear away waiting for the end to come, slowly and painfully.just like everyone else.......
......just like me.
many are in between these to books. but im afraid i havent written that part.
i think thats the wya life goes. im stuck in the horrible life that i cant get out of. so many try to help me but cant. and some dont even try. i look out the window and wonder when my time will come, to pass on. im young very young and have a long life ahead of me. but i dont want it. so many people that i loved have passed away right in my arms. wanting me to help them. and i cant. i watch them die. i want to die.