No one can handle the pain and suffering that i've been through. The torchure, the neglect. Man if someone only knew. The day i was born, was a day of great regrets. Shocking to hear, i was going to die by many threats. I am a mistake, and I blame god for that. To my step parents I was a whinning little brat. The truth is, I've never done anything wrong. I'd get beaten an beaten, and later listen to sad love songs. Through all the hellish days of my life, there were so many times I could have ended it with a knife. But somewhere deep down inside, someone was telling me to not be so blue. Someone told me, 'You can do it Robert. Just stick it through.' Was it my heart, or a lost soul? Pain comes from ones love, only exerted in a different manner. I've been hugged, kissed, and beaten all in one day. So i guess its perfectly ok to say, ' IM A SURVIVOR'
Saturday, October 23, 2010