Endless empty days without name or number. All empty, empty inside. How many times god have I asked you to just let me die. Who ever knew emptyness could hold os much pain the pain of a thousand cuts of wounds that won't heal. Are a father's sins transmitted to the son? All life is meaningless and empty except for pain and hurt. I lay at night and throught the sleepless nights and beg you god to let me die.......... What must I do ...........Use my own hand?