Darkness clutches me by the arms. Holding me down and
threatening to throw me into a black void, that is endlessly
spinning downward towards a never-to-come death. Always
do I sit here wondering: 'When will I be set free?' Not only
am I pinned by the arms, but I am also unable to call for
help. For if I do, no one can hear me. Shall I curl up to die?
No. I can't. I have to many things that are attatched to me,
holding me onto this foresaken planet and misserable life.
Yes I do have friends that love me to death and would
never allow me to leave. The question " Should I stay or
should I go?" is really threatening to drop the "... should
I go" part and just send me to enternal sentance in this
damned life. I sigh. For sometimes I wish I could start over,
go back in time, fix things I've done wrong and make all
right again. But, it is already done and cannot be changed.
Now I have been taught by these random and somewhat
horrid memories and events that what has been done has
been done and you have two options: Whine about the
past... or... Move foreward to the future and make sure
it doesn't happen again. Hang on, my dear friends and
see where life takes you. For in the end: I hope you die
happy and at peace.

~Scarlet~