It's a cold dark lonley night I'm looking outside my window.

Everything is still.

No sound, no movement, eveything is gray as thoughts run through my head. 

All the mistakes I had made, all the pain I've been through, all my life how could I have made it better.

I wonder how things came to be. Why I made certain choices, the road I'm following, is it the right one? I want to know.

Thereare times where I feel confused it gets harder to breath and I feel like if I can't go on anymore other times I feel stong like I can take on the whole world.

Everything I've been through made me stronger yet the memories from those nights make me weaker.

Trying to figure out who I am, am I worth anything or am I just someone writting on a pice of paper that will later get thrown away when I'm not needed anymore.