Pain, that familiar feeling.
Every day someone throws at me another feeling, giving me highs and lows that generally only a drug addict ever gets the pleasure to experience. My soul is being torn apart by conflicting forces, one pulling me towards one way, the other dragging me down the abyss. Its becoming an empty spiral of hate and misery, where animosity is the dish that is always served. I have taken my fair share of lashes from the world, and with each lash i grin in order not to give this incarnation of hell some pleasure. Each Scar left on my body is a monument to my pain, and a symbol of my victory over my advesaries. I will fight to keep this candle lit, regardless of the pain that i must endure.