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.
