why do they want to hurt me? all of them, one after the next. i know i am not perfect, but i can not understand it. does anyone realize that i am living a nightmare? that before I fall asleep every nite, in the back of my mind there is always a hope, a prayer that I will not wake up the next morning.
and i am sorry if that is selfish, but there is nothing here. can�t you see that? i have been slowly hollowed out overtime. piece by piece, people have emptied me, stolen my love, crushed my heart, stamped out the only fire that was in my soul. i am no more than an empty shell, broken porcelain, shattered glass, falling tears. everything that I could give they took away from me. there is nothing left.
i have nothing left.
written on 2003-06-02 at 9:36 p.m.
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