The things heard and seen

prologué

it wasn't the teardrops, or the memories stained in blood. it was the countless nights of being awake only to witness death at its work i have lost everyone first... (my best friend Sarah.) she had always been my friend since the second grade only to lose her three days before my birthday. were the worst parts of my life only to share a secret that could endanger the ones i love truth to be said where there's a story there's the lies that come with it only to dismiss them for the truth. i had known Sarah ever since i moved here with my family when i was four, but that's just the beginning. my father left me and mom when i was six and without return but my heart was not meant for the truth that was bound to come but my darkened past makes me look back at what i had lost and what i had left, my family was broken and i wanted to take away the pain to dry the tears in their eyes i had to learn to lift the ones that need it and learned to take the pain from them only to be burden by their pain but no matter what They are now happy... it has made it easier on me but my own pain has troubled me into sadness and into a state that which would leave a person to their doom but me i pull through i don't know how i have this strength to act like it didn't hurt maybe a defense mechanism maybe more then so my pain is my story the story is my life, it shows the ways i see it rather than the color around me in truth this world we live in is only the form of our Vivid imagination but then again the world is black and white with no touch of gray in sight but as i feel my world fall and tumble i began to realize that  the world was full of murder and secrets that yet seems far from here on earth much as i may be pleased to know i was right it still did not replace the empty feelings i felt as i started to feel my heart turn to stone i realized the memory of me will never fade if i have "Faith."