I sit on the edge of the abyss and look into the darkness hoping that something will look back. I revisit wounds that have been carved into my psyche and tear at the stitches that bind them. I cannot let them heal because already there are too many emotional scars. So each time I torment myself reliving what I have done, unable to find forgiveness with in. I live in a hell of my own making, hoping that one day there will be an answer from the inner darkness and I will be able to end my own torment.