I’m not dead you know” ... “I’m not dead. I’m still here. I’m still here waiting to live. We at least have to try. We owe ourselves that because it has been given to us. I didn’t die I just changed. I’m a different person from what I used to be. I’m still here, I’m not dead.

What kind of person dreams about life alone if not a broken one? What kind of person dreams about a nonsensical life hidden in the shadows of despair?

How are we any different?You and I are the same.How are we any different?We both share the same name.Is that anyway to live with those who we supposed to love?Is that anyway to live by building walls between you and me?

The darkness in me could not stand the light any longer. It wanted to escape, vanish without a trace to a place where it could not be seen. But I could not let it happen; I could not let it run, I’m giving it no choice. It was going to ride itself out and face the truth it doesn’t want to know. It was to face itself in the mirror of hope, of despair. I gave the darkness no choice. It was to turn back into the light.

Pain can make us lash out in unexpected ways.Pain can make us hurt those we care about.Pain can build walls between two human souls.

I’m Dorian Gray, I’m Dr. Jekyll and I’m Mr. Hyde....I am Dr. Jekyll trying to separate the darkness from my light. I am Mr. Hyde fighting to be in control not to be controlled. I am Dr. Jekyll held captive by Mr. Hyde.I am Dr. Jekyll…I am me… just me.

I try hard to look at that girl in the mirror,To tell her not to give up.Maybe if she had a better image of herselfshe wouldn’t be so lost in her illusions.Maybe if she had a better image of herselfshe wouldn’t give society a chance to name her.Maybe if she had a better image of herselfshe wouldn’t give herself another name.

How can you be so dark?I asked my heartThe same reason darkness haunts the nightShe replied

Who is it that you want me to be?Who is it? I ask.O what part of me will amend your mercy?O what part of me will amend your wrath?