All alone in this big cold world. A place where murdering men and woman kill innocent people. Where no one expects to live past the age of 30. So cold my lungs fill with cold uncontainable hatred. A hatred for the people who betrayed me and left me in my weakest state to fend for myself all alone in this unfair world. My life never was happy except for those few years I was with them. They were my family. But then again its true. You can't trust anyone not even yourself. You can't lean against a person without them turning around to stab you. This is my life. A life where you don't have a picture of the future just that someone take you out of your misery or you take them out of theirs.