Have you ever felt like no one ever really cares. No one ever listens, and that you`re just an object taking space up in the world? Well, welcome to my life. I`m screaming, but no one can hear me. I`m trying to run, but I can`t move. It`s terrifying. And it doesn`t make sense. Mr.Lobb read us an article in english class yesterday. It was about school, and how it corrupts and moulds the minds of our life. It confirmed everything that I already knew. We are slaves for the people who play God in this universe. If you have any bit of knowledge whatsoever, you would know that you can`t play God. It doesn`t work that way. We`re here, but no one truly believes why. And we never will either. I mean, what if after we die.....were gone forever. Our soulds don`t move on to the fairyland of dreams, and we never know why we are here. I`m scared, but trembling waiting for the answer. I need to know. There`s some force inside me that is pushing me over the brink of insanity, because I MUST know. That`s probably the same force that made me try suicide several times. I have to know right now, what happens. I have to. No one knows about the scars that "aren`t there". Because, somehow, everything I say is lie. People are too afraid to admit that yes, all this stuff is actually happening. People only hear what they want to here. Everything else is denied. No one can see my scars because they are hidden. And no one ever will. They are mine, and will never be shown. But I assure you, they are there....