why does it feel like if the world is on my shoulders that every thing that I worked for is slipping through my fingers my mom stopped working and my uncle I wanna congratulate you for reading this because these are the thoughts running through my head my dad is ill and I'm jobless I backed in to a corner and I'm wounded they say that a wounded fox is more deadlier then a bullet shot from a gun why won't anyone give me a hug and try and tend to my wound why because people are to caught up in there own lives to realize I'm not a bad friend it is you who has changed I'm a mirror that reflects what goes around some people say they will change but they never do when will they realize that they are hurting the friends that try two aid as I walk home through this thick moist fog I can barley see my fingers I near my house I see the green lights I reach for my keys and wounded why does this always happen two me why won’t any one try to tend to my infamous pain as I sit in my wall less room on my couch I begin to think if I die will i be that person that died so lets morn for a day or will I be that person in back of every ones mind my best friend died two days ago whom we have been through a lot he showed my that there is a world out there besides video games...