drifter

tragedy strikes close friends and floods back into my mind horible memories, ones that i wish to remain burried. I have seen what pain truly is and I am helpless to do anything about it. Torn two ways, wanting to comfort her, and wanting to find the ones responsible, and i am good at neither.

I feel sad and angry all at the same time... and find it difficult to even breath...

I can only hold to a belief that any man who rapes a woman will burn in hell one day.

Times like this i hate god, people shouldn't suffer like this.