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?

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.

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?