What do you do when you have no one to turn to but yourself?

Friends offer help... loved ones hold you against their chest... but sometimes it isn't enough.

The easy answer would be to whither away and die a slow, silent death.

Don't let them see you cry... Don't let them hear you scream.

It all happened when the world took my innocence... My sanity.

And it is something I've had to slowly regain back.

Day by day... Inch by inch.

But still my dreams are haunted. Still I awake in the dark of night, tairing at my own flesh... Ripping at my hair.

Then I hum myself back into that terrorizing slumber.

And the next day I will press on with a smile on my face and my chin lifted.

I won't take the easy way out.

As long as I keep breathing... My heart keeps beating... My veins keep bleeding...

I will Live.