I am the youngest in my family, I've needed strength my hole life. Life has never been simple for me nor has it been easy. I've always forced myself to go through each day, and when that was not possible, I would always drag myself.

I've had to stay strong both mentally and physically. Since I was old enough to fight back. Never letting anyone or anything get to close for fear I might get hurt.

Crying is a weakness that's okay for others, but not for myself. This weakness that has been lost in me, it has become an emptiness I cannot fill. But it is through this weakness that I stay strong.

Death has always been a welcomed friend, but like all my friends, he too has turned his back on me. He teases me with the power he has, only to torment me another day.

My life will continue it's lonely decent, a journey of sanity, upon which, I have none... or do I? I have tried to make the right choices on my path but I continue to stumble and fall. My only possession is my strength, which has become a yoke on my shoulders like reality itself.