when did i become such a hollowed man?
was it when my mother constantly chose every man before her eyes instead of her two growing boys?
perhaps it was when i was in the corner in a dark room while my father couldn't see past the hurt i was going through.
when did it all begin?
i've never been a happy person let alone been a hating one either.
here i am 19 years old and i'm filled with such hatred, such sorrow and emptiness.
when does it all stop?
