I constantly have tears in my eyes, it takes all my strength to hold them back but you can’t tell cause I fake a smile and laugh a fake laugh. Been fighting for so long, 5 years to be exact. I got scars on my wrist, on my thighs, and the worse ones are in my mind. It’s true the wound heals but the scar remains as a constant reminder of the failure that I have became. I was only 15 and did about everything. I popped so many pills that I should died and I almost did, not once but twice. I would drink the night away hoping the pain would fade only for it to return the very next day only this time with a screaming headache. Awoken in the middle of the night  in fright with tears running down my face. Constantly questioning, what’s the point?

What’s the point of being alive when you’re already dead on the inside.

Only 15 when i started to slowly get into the game, i was willing to sell anything just to get sum green. And there was this dude and he was like my brother from another mother and i did everything for him. I gave up my bed so he had a place to sleep and i spent all my  cash on food so he could eat. I would take a bullet from him but little did i know that he would be the one behind the gun pulling the trigger.