I hear you. I just don't believe a word you say.

Sometimes I'd catch myself looking at my reflection in windows and wonder who I was. Where I was going. Then the image would change and it wouldn't be me, just some nebulous shadow person.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

I close my eyes and black out the day. The exhaustion of living through it, surviving.

It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?

Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuous stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.

But you'd sell your soul for it, wouldn't you? For one day of feeling beautiful.