• To be put shame, yet remeber things just as they were be-fore the pain set in... ********! My wrist noticed once again! What to say, What can I say. Nothing. "It's from my cat." I say. They frown as they walk away. Shunned once again because of petty differences... If only I could find the real me. If only... If only... Back to reality. I'm alone home and I do it again. Just one more mark. Like any-one will notice. But they do. And alone I become... One by One they leave me to die. That was until I did. T.M.R