Dreams all I can think about, dreaming away on my own. Nowhere to go, abandoned on the streets at 16. Not a care in the world they give about me or my soul. Everywhere I walked it felt like birds were falling by my side every were I walked turned dead. I was hated for no reason and apparently a huge mistake. I can reveal my mistakes cutting is not an issue seems that I can't find any thing to cut with. No knifes no razors no life. Well that's what some people think. I don't cut even know I hate life that will just make me even more dead inside. That one day I can remember when the swiftly summer breeze picked me up and mad me fly i felt safe I don't now but I used to. But now I'm cuddled up in a corner crying myself to sleep every night hoping no one steals me or rapes me. I'm Emily Houghgan and this is my twisted story.
