I am a survivor of many a tragedy
One step closer I make to overcome such things
My mind relapses with memories of my first anything that is horror
Real life memories, haunting my nightmares, my dreams, life
I search for movies that make me scared in hopes that it will make me feel normal
That word normal, I tell you, it's like a dream
That fantasy someone told me stories of when I was a child
Why can't you be normal like all the other kids
My mind floats between insane and reality as a constant
I fight for a life I can be content with one day
The life my mother would rise from her grave to say I'm Proud
I've accomplished nothing to be proud of in these years
28 to be exact, taking its toll on my body as it rots day to day
Body riddled with cysts, a forever possibility of cancerous cells
The limbs of this body breaking down, pain constant
At least I can never say that I am alone
I am never lonely here, the voices in my head ensure me of that
