Under the floor Between me and the door There's a presence I cannot deny "We need to talk"...ahhh I hate those words. The pause of silence left me in state of ambivalence. I was so ashamed last night as I breifly and silently turned over the key to my father. "Murder me" was printed in the pages of my journal...I was so ashamed, i wanted to runaway from everything by staying in my room all day. But when the time came to face the truth... I cried tears-built up from three years of being lost and confused and not knowing where to go next....everything become better as I spoke. My mother's eyes of disappointment are enough to shatter the man that robbed us when we were in our own house. "If you don't do this, you're life will go to hell" my mom said. Since she put it that way I was definetly willing to do anything she wanted. ...And I'm sorry for everything I've done....everything. none of the million thoughts running through my head are solid...there are no answers. not yet