I hope I'm alive. To witness your demise. Make you feel my sorrow. Encompass all my pain. That I've felt for years. Dreading each dying day. Hanging by a thread. On the edge of my sanity. When I wake up the real nightmare begins. Will I make through my time in living hell? Do I possess the strength to smash my fears into the ground? I've tried to be strong. I've tried to overcome but I don't think I possess the strength to carry on. I'm torn between, and there's no right choice. I've gotta fight back. I won't be scarred for life