All is darkness around me, i can't think nor breathe, let-a-lone say my feelings, feelings that i keep bottled up, in side my soul. Everything i know is dead or gone, and all i can see right now, is my teardrops, sparkling bright down my cheek. i remember now, words once whipered to me, by a little girl, named Arrabella. she told me of another girl, who's family was gone, and all she had left was a stone, which was given to her by her mother. little did i know at the time, that girl was me. and now as i sit, hidden in the trees, i look back on my life, and think about the other half, of what Arrabella said; "the girl was so confused and misguided, she turned bad and started to hate everything good, while loving everything evil, everything but herself" Arrabella was right, i do hate myself for what i've become, and so, i walk deep into the dangerous heart of forest, where i shall despair, never to be seen again, and only then, when i am forgotten, and with my family once more, shall i finally be at peace.