still.

*all i have to say is, life is so fucked up.

Have you ever felt so unwanted?
Have you ever known unfairness at the age of 3?
Have you ever suffered so many blows to your spirit that you thought it is going to crumble and fall into heaps?
Have you ever felt the hurt from cutting words dissolving into your self-esteem, forcefully making a powerful bitter potion?
Have you ever wished you were dead on your own birthday?
Have you ever forgiven your torturors over and over again,and yet they still continue to gnaw at your spirit,creating new wounds and exposing old ones?
Have you ever died and become happy?
I know I want to.