• This is to those who no longer have a voice.
    I too am the same. Lost and forgotten in the ways that most cannot understand.
    The horror of it all is unbearable as is the pain in the life we live each day.
    It always seems as if no one cares and that the whole world is out to get us.
    But fear not. For with the worst of our situation there is always hope, unless your me.
    For my voice can never be found.
    Only drifting in all the silence that surrounds me.
    The longs nights and gazing at the stars.
    The void, the emptiness, the pity that I have for myself.
    All is the soul of the lost and the forgotten.
    But soon, very soon, I will no longer be the lost and forgotten.
    the curse you put on me is through.