1.31.07 picking up the broken pieces of my broken life. broken hearted. broken promised. it cuts me like my knife. i go opver these thoughts in my mind all day and all night. every free second my soul, in chains, giving up this fight. the right thing to do or the best path to choose... how do i decide? i search for God, praying desperatly for Him to help me stop commiting suicide. a life of pain shattered dreams and disgusting habbits. i could do so much better they all say... well lets have it |