He sits in his tiny cell thinking about all he has lost, and all he has now. About all the pain, and all the
gain he has been through. Just praying for the strength to keep going, and hoping he does not cave
in and tie the noose tight. He looks at a picture of her face, so small and innocent, yet filled with pain
beyond her years. He knows he has to continue living. Not for him, but for her because he knows
nobody will protect her like he will. He is almost out of the danger zone when he makes the mistake of
thinking about the one he loves. The one who does not love him in return. Just like his mother didn’t
love him when he needed it most. Now he wonders: “How much longer can he last.”
"He knows he has to continue living. Not for him, but for her because he knows nobody will protect her like he will."
I told you you're strong. Do you want to be like those who left you? Didn't love you when you needed it? If you take your life that is who you will become.
"He knows he has to continue living. Not for him, but for her because he knows nobody will protect her like he will."
I told you you're strong. Do you want to be like those who left you? Didn't love you when you needed it? If you take your life that is who you will become.
Im am the one who you look to if you need a shoulder to cry on, but also the person you cross the street to avoid. I am cold hearted and caring. An oxymoron given physical form. more..