i remember sitting all alone in class praying for God to pay a visit so that i could have someone to talk to. ask him how's my grandma? she an angel? questioning if she still watch me, that's what hurts the most the big pills that ive gotta fucking swallow. I wish that i could borrow peace of mind i walk this road, can't see the lines, can't read the signs. how can i even find my way to heaven if my family think I'm dumb and blind. can't forgive myself so whats the point of life and love and time it keeps passing by like thoughts of suicide.