Step into my light...

I thought life was hard and that I had no longer cared

I went to the black hole to look for a spark

I can not credit just one soul for making me who I am today

him, a loved friend who left so quickly and taught me to open my heart to others

her, lived by the knife I could not let her bare that pain alone and felt the need to suffer along, but the physical pain is no better than the mental and will leave visible scars, for stories

him, a mental kind of torture taught me to cope with things myself as well as trusting others

them, who held my hand but never knew all the dark thought