I feel like I am in a cage; trapped within my own existence.

Take me to the hospital and have this drained from my body and mind.

I wonder how I ever got this far, holding onto the fragments of dreams.

I want these tears to dry…these wounds to heal.

I want to be free of this curse, but I'm afraid.

Afraid that if I change, all that I know will fall apart.

I guess I've defined myself by this illness, yet I have little knowledge as to who I am.

I don't want this struggle to be mine.

I don't want this fear, loathing and pain to belong to me any longer.

I'm tired of hiding myself and what I believe in.

I'm tired of pretending to be someone else; I want to be myself, whoever the fuck that is.

I know that I can't be happy if I'm hiding away.

May the shield crack, crumble and fall away.

Cleanse me of my past life.

No longer will I be the one with the broken heart.

Falling away from all my old and incorrect ways.

Let Ra's flames burn away the bitterness, greed and hate;

allow the flames to cleanse me.

Seamless acts of beauty always around me.

Always able to see, but never able to roach or become.

Fading fast, like a distant memory of the past.

This body that I am in disgusts and repulses me.

Thing things I truly favour are my scars.

Each have distinct memories, feelings and reasons.

Lines and designs decorating my flesh, it hardly seams human.

I don't want to be a part of the confusion of man.

I want the darkness to fade into a distant memory.

This thing we call life will chew you up and spit you out.

I cannot deny the confusion and sadness that weighs down my heart.

I don't want to be empty, hurt and alone when I die.

The one thing that I have is my intellect-and I'm not going to let anyone take that away from me.

I won't let them get me;

They always want to hurt me, break me down, take the things that belong to me.

I want to know that my dreams are within reach, that I'm not just stupid.

I want to be able to hold my success in my hands.