I had come to realize that not all people could comprehend my manner writing. Sad that only a handful people could. But it's best for some, because feeling are shown for only a few who could have the heart to them.
Dawn will soon come my way as I still keep myself awake. I hate to stay up but Pain hunts me again. "I forgot..." sharp blades that cut through me deep. If I had never been around, would I had been condemned to oblivion?