Day 9

Day 9
March 22, 2008
Happy Easter to those who care.
Day 9 will not be seen written on paper. I see why parents are so scared whenever their kids grow up. It's not because they are going to lose their little princess or little slugger, it's because they don't know what's going to happen. Who would have guessed that I would have ended up the way I am today. I'm scared, scared to think about what I will become as I grow older. I'm not going to lie, I deserve every bit of pain I endure, but the unfair part is that these feelings, thoughts, and explanations will stick with me till death. There won't be any poem or song on this day. Easter is suppose to be a day of rebirth, but I feel nothing reborn. I was told that I should stop thinking of myself and more of others first, but if I don't feel as if I will be okay then I make no effort to apologize. I can't help but to think for myself, because all I do is dwell over something I did. Cut my life short, it doesn't scare me at all. Death can come to me at any given point and tear apart everything and anything in it's path. I'm ready to face the casket and all the pain it bares. Bury me six feet under the ground. I'm ready to dance with the maggots.