TODAY IS A BAD DAY THINKING OF THE PAST I TRIED TO PUSH IT AWAY BUT THE MOMENTS WOULDN'T LAST. I TRY TO DO SOMETHING TO GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD THE HORRIBLE IMAGES THE TIMES I FELT DEAD. I LOOK AT MY ARM EACH SCAR A MEMORY THE BAD TIMES REPAIRED HIDDEN WITH FAKE IDENITY. AND I TRY TO HOLD BACK THE TIMES I WAS BEAT BUT THE IMAGES POP UP THE ONE'S I ALWAYS TRY TO LEAVE. THE TEARS ROLL DOWN WHEN I THINK OF THE TIMES MOM WAS THERE AND OUR FAMILY WAS RIGHT. SO I TRY TO MAKE THIS DAY A MEMORY OF MINE BY CUTTING MY ARM BECAUSE OF MY USELESS TIME. NOW TODAY IS BETTER AND EVERYTHING IS OK I'LL GO BACK TO WHAT I WAS DOING AND MAKE ANOTHER CUT ANOTHER DAY.
