When I look left I See my future, as I glance right I See my past, as I look behind me I See what I could have had, when I look in front of me, I See nothing, a mire image of the person looking back at ones Self through a mirror. I think " What am I looking at" Garbage, a person...MySelf. I have no clue to what I see. I just know the knife in my hand, the blood dripping from them lets me know I'm one step away from death.
Should I Keep Going
May 3, 2013