Thread: torment of life

why do I live on thorugh the torment of life every time i turn around i get hurt by someone or someone elts the anigy of life cuts like a dull razer on the tip of your skin just wating to get deeper... deeper... i go on liveing under masks and never wanna take them off because if i show my true face im afrade of what different way im gonna get hert by this person or that and i start to wonder who is my friends so i can show my masks and they wont hurt me

a poem i wrote so ya there you go