• Reality.
    Impact of truth.
    Truth that destroyed my young life; Dismantled like the petals of a delicate flower.
    One by one.
    The thought of the last petal falling to the soil frightens me.
    The pain is coming to an end; sigh of relief.
    It is over.
    New life from my genetics,
    Unable to grow,
    Unable to view the unpleasant world as I did,
    Unable to take the first breath of opportunity;
    Only to soon be with me,
    Where the white door opens,
    Where the light leads the way to belief,
    Where we will have a chance to live how we want to live:
    Healthy, not in pain.
    Irritation from my source of new life; oh how it burns.
    Like magma from deep within the Earth,
    Building only to melt the insides and soon make its way to the surface.
    A young body should not witness such horrid.
    As my body aches from the shivers and sudden pulses of anxiety,
    I ask myself:
    Why?
    Why me?
    Why can’t I live a little longer?
    I’m only 19.