When everything and everyone you have trusted betray you or leave, it is very difficult to open up your heart to all the good people willing to help. call me stubborn yet I prefer being judge by my cover rather than uncovering myself to the same doom I have been running from. I can do it all by myself without a man's help. who cares anyway? my parents never cared. God was nowhere to be found. so who are you to say that you care? soon your love will fade and eventually start lusting after me. every man I came across said the same thing. yes, I am smiling though bruised and buttered inside. I am hurting. I'm bleeding. life could be a game of many but to be a dangerous one that has left me with scars deep within. Perhaps life is beautiful, I'm yet to experience it