What is life? how can good people get hurt, how can people with a pure soul not be able to find their own solution? in this world where we get to meet and see different people, go to different places.Yet why can't the good once can't be able to meet their saviour? I try to tell my self to belive in the most high, and yet I find it difficult to belive. When I sit and watch I see pain sorrow not from me but from the once i love and cared for, knowing I can't do much to help, but just to pure out my anger in what ever I see. I try to cry but I hide my...