My thoughts fill my head, ruining every bit of happiness I feel. Intrusive and loud where can I scream? It can’t be helped, why me, is it because I’m strong, weak or somewhere in between. I can’t sleep, thinking of the future, will I die young or will I be taken by nature. I can’t seem to find my breath what can I do to stop my death? In this dark hole I can’t seem to see, so again, why me? Someday this pain will stop and I’m hoping it’s soon, because if I can’t fight it now what am I going to do.