I never knew it came to this voices I cannot miss. I didn't ask for this. Hiding behind a mask for so long. Some days are good other's aren't. I fall so apart. Only those who understand have the biggest heart's. I work when I can and then again the cycle happens all over again. The pain gets to be all to much, I'm sinking not swimming only thinking. Some voices give me hope whereas others don't. I do what I can when I can until the cycle comes around again. I have a different mind, i'll get use to it in time. Holding onto the hope those who give. They remind me to live.