Somedays...I just want to kill myself.
Because it would end it all, I wouldn't have to live in pain any more.
I could be happy in heaven, everything would be great.
I know I shouldn't, but every time something wrong comes in my life, the thought comes to me.
I try to stay strong, I tell myself that everyday.
But its just so damn hard to stay strong when your last good memory was years ago.
Today, I was invited to go shopping in Atlanta. A big city with great tourist attractions. But I had to say no. Because I'm dirt poor. Ive already lost my loved ones, and house. It makes me wonder; what else does the lord have planned for me?
