Love, Life, and Death

love life hate and sacrifice .... learn to love some one for the good of man kind

I dont know if you know this ... but being alone hurts.

For a frail week body with no one to protect you ... the sticks and stones hurt.

For an emotional wreak, may it be because no one
loves you, or a heavy loss ... it hurts to cry alone.

My eyes burn from all of the tears that passed bye.

I dont know if you know but i will let you know any ways ... it hurts being alone.

love, never had it.

Life, never wanted it.

To be alone, hated, and forgotton you have two wishes ... to have some one to hold or to die alone misserable and unhappy.