I remember writeing i was always writeing hoping someone would see itask about it...no one did but that did not stop me from writeingmy words where my escape from my life i could write of love, mystery, and a hero no one saw the pain thoughthe pain my words i was silent for so long and when i finally began to scream about my pain and suffering my mental abuse and physical...I was told to be silent and i was i leaned on someonewho took joy in my pain .By the time i relized that she took apart of me I went to my wordsmy only friend my only friendand i made my art threw them my words made me feel alive. i hope people fellow humans can find the same love threw something as constructive and not become destructive as so many are now.