I created my brain from all of my pain,
I corrected my thoughts through many tied knots.
I'm still here, existing even though my life is twisting constantly.

And; late at night when I think about
the kids who couldn't live another day,
I often question what I'd give to bring them back.
It's not the fact that I didn't know them that
makes me want them back, but the way they
had to act. Because long ago, this little boy had
to act. This little boy had to act everyday. We all had to act.
We acted as if we were staring in a movie that never finished.

**We were known for the roles we played.