You sit alone at night, your conscious eats at you it feeds on you! You cry and cry dreaming of a better tomorrow you think to yourself that it cant get much worse but somehow it Always does and you end up in a worse situation, You hate your parents you want to die but there is one thing keeping yourself from suicide and you cant figure out who or what it is and in a way… you don’t want to. Some things are better left not knowing who or what they are, once you do find out or if you find out what or who it is can you be sure its worth living for? and if it is can you be sure you can grasp it and hold on to it forever?