Ruined children

I just realized....how terribly flawed we all are...how each one of us gambles with our lives our future and we all....

I was thinking about my friends and how each of us is flawed....the one that's scared of the dark and sleeps with the light on, the ones that dodge home that never want to go there, the ones that laugh off the days troubles pretending it didn't happen or it's not that serious, the beatings the critisizim....the kids that raised themseleves and each other.

The kids with the open wounds...ruined children

we all lay our single chip on the number we think will win, the boy or girl that we think will make us happy but not one of us is sure. Some of us even up the any and play our chip on two numbers or more hoping that even one of them will be right. the Wheel always spining each of us always hoping that we'll be right.....but what if we are wrong....

and the sad part is that we will be...because we always have been...best example is the "perfect day" those of you that took part in it know what it was made of....so....if that was perfect...what is there?