About the Author I'm from small farm community. Grew up on the farm. Was very athletic in school. Played verity of sports. So I was physically strong. You had to know how to fight, or you got your butt kicked. Most of my high school days, I was made fun of. Had a lot of nicknames. Most of the people in my home town, knocked me down. I was a hell raiser. Since I was an outcast in my class, and had really no one I could talk to and help me deal with my darken days. I used some drugs mostly alcohol to try to kill the pain. At this moment of time I have had 5 people die in my arms over the years. I should of died 13x. I even tried to kill myself, after I was used from a girl I was kinda of seeing. The main reason why I started to write poetry is, I learned in treatment center, I couldn't keep things bottled up inside any longer. I needed to get it out some how. I even destroyed a punching bag in half, because I let all the old pain I had bottled up inside of me over all those years. What some would call, deepen pain that is behind inner wall. Even though I had friends, I still felt alone. I was always there for them, but not one was there fro me. Through the years, I did have very few, that was there and I can actually say they are my true friends.
