everything* isdifferentnow; its edging on two whole years with out the tears of being beaten down by cold hearted kids who couldnt find themselves and took it out and now i feel on me. a pathetic remorse for the scars all those lost souls left on my legs, my hips, my arms; but not for me forthem. because how lacking of love all your lives must have been for you to punch me, and scream painful lies in my ears for you to kick me, and use your nails and pencils to tear cuts crying red upon my pale skin. Oh, i feel worse for all of you then i do for myself; because id never do an innocent life so wrong and youll never be able to retract what you've done.