Writing these scriptures down into my personal bible, pictures so vivid describing the pain and hunger for Attention and Love. Every window that opens I throw myself into it giving it my all Yet as my effort increases the chances of me finding true comfort and stability continue to decrease. Ending with the thought to end it all. Becoming cold hearted and bitter towards whoever would bother to reach out or call. Never seeing the Truth in the Gift that was given at times I ponder my mothers decision. Weight of the world on her shoulders I can only imagine at 18, the struggle of Young marriage without having your parents permission. Along side raising 2 children.