I lived I tried but yet I was still alone. My heart was like stone beautiful but hard to break. Crying my self to sleep every night. Not a person in sight. I had nothing, no one. Nothing but my sorrow. My pain, my regrets and most of all my lack of love. Everything was obove. I stared at the sky and dreamt of heaven. Hoping someday I would get there and not just have to stare. I want to feel and see god. I want to know he’s real. I wanna heal. I ask my self every day why me? Now I look back and think that wasn’t necessary. Im so afraid of going to he** but part of me knows I will. I regret a lot. Beautiful things is what I was taught. So im disappointed in my self. I didn’t believe. I didn’t think but god gave me a wink and said stay strong think positive and you will get through life be yourself no matter what because you yourself are beautiful.