I hope I'm alive.

To witness your demise.

Make you feel my sorrow.

Encompass all my pain.

That I've felt for years.

Dreading each dying day.

Hanging by a thread.

On the edge of my sanity.



When I wake up the real nightmare begins.



Will I make through my time in living hell?

Do I possess the strength to smash my fears into the ground?

I've tried to be strong.

I've tried to overcome but I don't think I possess the strength to carry on.

I'm torn between, and there's no right choice.

I've gotta fight back.

I won't be scarred for life.