through the pain and sorrow through the losses and gains, even when the world crushed my soul i got up and limped my way through the world is not cruel but the people, i have never hand a chance to tell anyone about it because they made me feel smaller not pride but the comparison of who has had it worse. its hectic and draining comparing other people's pain to feel better when all we are doing is drowning in the pain of trying to survive.
Am happy when am alone and and quiet but then my head gets noisy and dangerous and hell runs open and kills me and yet i survive
