To whom it may concern

As I sit here reminiscing at my life, I realize the importance of my family. Even though I may act abnormally, I know that they are my rock. Seasons pass, and so does the clock. I came to reality and undersatnd the concept, I see the pain in their eyes and recall they wept. I am so blind and can't see the pain in myself, but I cannot fall for myself. If this is life why must I fell like I am slowly bruising my heart as if with a butter knife.