My so called life story
I'm really trying to find a reason to go on living.i am 44 year's old I have seen and lived though all the evil thing's this world can offer someone.i was raised by my I guess she's my mother.she had me smoking pot and drinking when I was six and at seven I tried taking her car and running away but instead I hit a tree and she beat me so bad I remember being in bed for over a week.and I tell her I was hurt she had pulled my shoulder out so she shot me with herion.i loved it as soon as it hit me it took me out of pain and in a world were she couldn't bother me.i have been a addict ever since.ive seen rapes murders I've lost many close friends to drug's three have died in my arms I can't say I have ever been happy not that I can recall.ive lost everything I ever worked for my wife my kid's.i have overdosed 14 times sometimes it was deliberate.i hate my life myself I can't excape my life or my addictions.i really and truly wish God would just let me come home or Satan were ever I go it has to be better than here.or at the very least I'll finally have peace and be free from my hell.have no money no insurance and no one who cares to help me.all I have is myself.it gets lonely don't even have anyone who can relate to my life to even talk to.so that's some of my life.if I happen to die I guess it may help someone find peace and happiness.