Alive

You find yourself

Fighting

Constantly

That eternal internal battle...

The line between 

Good and evil

Often blurs

Living among people

Reminding of a painful past_

An even more painful future

Yet to come

Let us try

Just once_

Seeing the light

Without closing our eyes_

To curve 

A truthful smile

Let us

Just once

Stop mourning

A childhood

Broken by

Harassment and

Hatred...

Let us join

Hands

In joy

To have

Survived...

We

Are 

Alive!

© A Furious Child

Aching...

I would love to find comfort in the emptiness of my dreams, but I don't. It hurts that my inability to roam the realm of unreality cripples my mind. I cannot rely on my brain to work or function at all. It's as though I'm losing a part of my intelligence, my wit, and I can't do anything about it. I'm helpless. I'm maddened by the weakness I feel. My head hurts immensely, and no pain killers relief the ache.