The truth is that I am scared, scared that one touch will pull the last string keeping me at the edge. I was numb for so long, until I reached new heights of pain. It is scary to think that most people who've experienced tiny a portion of what I go through did not make it. I am scared my will has become faint and foggy, clouding my intent, with every step feeling like it is my last. I am scared to love, I am scared to live, I survive because I don't know anything else to do, I smile to reveal my pain but no one is listening. A facade tamed, you are looking yet you can't see