I am strength and I am suffering. I wonder who I will become. I hear screams from my throat, though I fear only I can hear it. I see tears of desperation running down my cheeks. I want the pain to leave my body. I am strength and I am suffering.
I pretend to live in a hate free world. I feel pain but only a smile shows. I touch my skin and it feels ice cold. I worry what the truth holds. I cry when no one is around. I am strength and I am suffering.
I understand that life is only as hard as you make it. I say that I’ll be fine, but sometimes I wonder. I dream of love and constant happiness. I try to move on. I hope I can survive it. I am strength and I am suffering.
I wrote this almost three years ago now, but still, every single bit of it is true.