The light at the end of the tunnel is so bright, im blinded by fear and anguish. People tell me keep going push on, yet im tired, tired of living, tired of fighting.many nights I lay awake pondering my existence. Am I real?? Is this all an illusion? What if! What if! I rack my brain as I lay there hoping for the answers but with no resolve. I prey to the gods in hope that someone is up there listening, but sadly no answer. I guess the people that told me I would never make it were right. The fire in my heart flickers in and out, in and out like a slow beat of a drum just waiting for that last gust of wind to blow it out. Now I just wait for the fates to tell me its time so I can sleep in peace forever.