• I don't know anymore, what is bothering me.
    I wish for once I felt nothing; no pain, no sadness, nothing.
    I'm tired but not old. I am sick, but have no fever.
    I want, yet don't know what it is that I want.
    I am lonely and the sadness eats at me.
    I'm not like everyone else, yet at times I wish that I was.
    I have love, but am not loved.
    I worry, but it seems to be in vain.
    People think of me as weak, when they don't know my true strength I have within.
    Most importantly I am a human, trying to make the choice not many would make.
    Trying to love, not hate.
    To think of others instead of myself.
    Taking the time to be an amazing person that no other would dare to be.