I grew up is a small, sleepy town. I had a family, a normal life, and typical worries fo r someone my age. I no longer have that family and my hometown isn’t so sleepy anymore. I use to write poetry, but now I have quite a story to tell.
At 30 I have nightmare, but when I wake up Im still in them. One of my siblings turned out to be a murderer. Six innocent people are lost, but the headlines never published the truth. Not all killers "snap" one day. Some are made that way.