Is Life really worth living? Are we even alive or is, the so called flash back really don't mean anything. Maybe we our living the flash back as I write this or may be ending ones life not ending it just making it longer.

This pain that hurts me like a heart attack. This fear of seeing her and making things right, hurts me more then the heart can withstand. Why do I think of people and then have my heart taken away why did I choose things that I knew would kill me in the end.

This girl I seen of such beauty, sweet, lovly and perfect to me. I see her in my dream in my sleep I believe that she is my everything. I wish she was with me, when I am awake but it must just be a dream like always. People ask if she is with me?