Time moves even when we'd wish it would stay the same to live a new life you must die now ,that's what happened to me that child who trusted so blindly is gone , the world killed her .

Time moves even when we don't want it to, it's always moving never back .

As I was surfing the net trying to look for what attacked me I noticed something on my bedside .

An old photo taken before my mother left there was a Blonde haired woman holding a small baby ,both were smiling happily .

The woman in the photo was my mother the baby was obviously me ....... Well the old me is dead so it's not me ..... it's someone else someone who was wounded by her own mother and killed by the world .

"You both thought you could bring me down ! News flash you can't because no matter how many times you shall strike me down I will get back up I am no longer that weak child!" I yelled at the picture throwing it to the wall .

The world turned its back on me now I turn my back on it . I didn't notice how tears streamed down my face I looked at the battered picture frame coldly ,then I noticed I felt numb it had finally happened I couldn't feel anything anymore I was spiritually dead .