Childhood? Never had one. I had to grow up way too fast for that. Never knew my father. My mother was always strung out on drugs. The only thing I had was my guitar and my notepad.
that's all I had. that's all I needed.
This is my story. My life. Now before you read or turn away, I must warn you my life is anything but normal. Bad luck seems to follow me and everyone I love. Abuse, drugs, alcohol, heartbreak, loss; all of the above. I still don't know how I am here. Dealing with this endless cycle of depression and darkness.