My Baby Wrote This.... Poem by Fire Flies

So its like learning to kill again- face death in your own hands. I need to kill my own mind to stop killing theirs. I hate them- I love them but I cannot live with them or knowing that their still out there.....here. It won't, it could keep me from producing death for this would lie in my own hands and yet won't stop until I am STOPPED. So all in all “If what is to love is to hate then what is there to love? ” hope your happy-Undisplayed