The Last Days of Suffering 

My entire life has been full of heartache, physical, & emotional pain. I've come to realize the scars I thought had healed, or, at least, healing slowly, was my life bleeding out, pouring from my veins like a storm full of flash floods, lightening, & thundering reality, just like the night I was born on April 5, 1985, born crying, scared, still slightly blind, & now that I can see, it's too late. I could blame the abuse, torture, beatings, drugs spoonfed like religion, & certain brutality if questioned. Nobody should ever endure this, but the truth is that it's all my own fault. I am the one who wasted his time not on the few loved ones he had; instead I thought happiness was impossible whenever it was right in front of me my entire life, even on the coldest nights. No matter where I was, escape & happiness was right there. Now, I have to accept that. Call me crazy; just learn from my mistakes before it's too late for you too. Please give my life meaning? This is your cautionary tale.