The people whom I thought I could trust are fading fast away. There's no one here that would pay a penny for a thought that crossed my mind. I guess the fact that they do is the problem. I am a confidant for many, and I have the decency to keep my mouth shut about things that people tell me. However, when the tables are turned and I start talking people don't give a second thought about respecting...

Sometimes I ask myself why am I still here? Most of the time the answer is not real clear to me nor does it present itself in a way that I can readily see. The darkness in my life, at times, threatens to consume me. The demons of my past rear their ugly heads and keep me pondering my past and their circumstances late into the night. What if I had done this or said that? What if this had happened...