Markmatthews
New Member
What is it about people now days. It seems like the mean a rewarded the kind are overlooked. I sometimes look out my window and think to myself why do I matter. Do I even matter. As I write this part of me laughs inside because I'm 99% sure that nobody will read thid. I write this because I'm broken. I have lost everything I ever cared for and now all I have are memories. Memories that seem to seep into my very being. The shadows on the walls are the only friends I dare confide in. There was love once. Now there is only death.