I cut myself with my own broken pieces, and swim in a puddle of anguish that I, had bled out through my vains.  I bear a gaping wound that can never mend, never heal, and forever emblazoned on my skin, A marquee of a warning  posted right on a facade of smiles. With burden as my closest peer, I converse and ask questions with no supposition on any cogent answers.  So I trudge.  To where? I don't know... I suppose a more suitable question is: why?  My answer is simply this: because I'm Alive...