The Ripped Soul

The irony of life, to watch the living ones cry like they're dying. And to watch the dying one struggle and fight pain as he should when he's living.

It's painful to watch him go through such suffering and torment.

It's just as painful to watch my mom suffer in agony.

I never prayed in a long time, with serious business propositions in hand.. I did last night. God must have fell off his chair.

Really.