Sometimes I like to think I live in my dreams, truth is I don't even seem to grasp reality . That is what I get for never being happy with what I have. Lest I wish this void could be filled. My duty is to keep going not because I'm powerful, and the rich never let themselves be weak in others eyes but, because it's common decency as a human being. Oh so I've being told. Giving up seems weak and right now I don't really mind how the word sounds in others minds. I only want to be seen, nothing more to it than the ache that keeps amplifying in my chest. The hell fire that keeps scorching me and the screams that seem to always go unheard along with my barely beating heart that keeps getting stomped on.