On a bright sun filled morning a baby girl was born.
She was born to a beautiful women whos scars were only visible in her past.
for once she can say im fine and mean it.
while life was being brought forth a ceremony of death was taking place. Guilt covers the cemetary. It stick to everyone. No one is safe from its grasp everyone is to blame.
for some their lives are just begginning. for others it has ended. The pain has stopped.
they are no longer a slave to their addiction. For some though they are no longer. each word un spoken or said has effect each. Their lives have been changed by the people around them. They have learned valuble lessons from their failures. They will never fall prey to their demons again. they are not alone. They will never be alone again.
