I wrote a really long entry that took form into this sort of poem type deal... I re-read for the sake of proofreading and have deemed it too much for something as frill-grand as a blog. It's all summed up in:

Empty, sad eyes in the mirror; a frown too deep; shaking hands that reveal your anxiety; scarred arms; bruised legs; aching feet; a look so distant that you hope and pray to the god that had forsaken you years ago that this couldn't possibly be you. THis isn't you. It couldn't be. WEren't you once sunshine and innocence? weren't you happiness and a bubble that was yet to burst? goodness and a smile?

And it's entirity will be hidden and stored away for none to see or read.

*I wish i could give you the depths of my soul but i know you'll no longer love me.*