Sometimes someone hurts you so bad,it stops hurting at all.And those moment\'s when they make you feel bad,and then it all comes back.

Every word every moment every heart.How could you ever understand where I came from.Even if you ask , listen,you will not really hear,feel or see.

You don\'t remember my story,you haven\'t looked my path,you haven\'t seen what I have seen.My past defines me.This is who I am.

I am unseen ,unheard, unwanted and broken.This is who I am..if I am even anything,it seems like the same thing that hold me up and false me down.

In regardless to that ,I got keep strong and keep going,you can do anything if you believe in yourself.

Fight ! Fight! Fight!