Im confused with life
Why is it confusing
One minute your happy as can be then someone or something has to mess it up
Or you mess it up yourself..
It seems i can never be happy
It seems i mess up everything that is good in my life
Last year i carved my wrist with a knife (some what like cutting)
I did it cuz of my parents the way they treated me what they did..
I felt alone
No one could help me
People tried but they couldnt change anything..
Copyright © Brittany Andrews | Year Posted 2011
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