It all started when I was 7 years old. I lost my dad on March 10, 1986 in a horrific natural disaster that struck without warning. Thus began my road to a tortured soul.
A few years passed then in 1994 I lost my grandma to a nasty disease, called cancer. My soul was slowly being devoured by hatred and disgust for all humanity. Still it was only the beginning.
In September of 2000, my brother passed away from a brain aneurysm and a massive heart attack. Sadly leaving 4 kids, a wife, and me behind.
But the worst was last year on July 18th when I received a phone call. That honestly no child wants to receive, my mother passed away from a heart attack. Finally finish my hopes and prayers, I slowly started using drugs and tried drinking and overdosing. But nothing seemed to kill me, even though I overdosed 3 times in a month and also drank so much gave myself alcohol poisoning. But to this day I still wish I'd never live, but unfortunately i believe I am destined to walk this earth as a TORTURED SOUL forever......
