And Concentrating On The Spot Where The

Will I Ever Get Control Of My Life? Will I Always Be Shoved Back And Pushed Around By Those I Trust?

This Was Not A Spurr-of-the-moment Decision. Do Not Take Me For Granted... Again.

I Could Picture Life—school And Everything Else—continuing On Without Me. But I Could Not Picture My Funeral. Not At All. Mostly Because I Couldn’t Imagine Who Would Attend Or What They Would Say.

She Wants To Believe My Excuses So Bad. Every Time I Lie, She Wants To Believe Me So Much.

And What About You-the Rest Of You-did You Notice The Scars You Left Behind? No. Probably Not. Because Most Of Them Can't Be Seen With The Naked Eye.