I hope I'm alive to witness your demise, make you feel my sorrow, encompass all my pain that I've felt for years dreading each dying day, hanging by at read in the edge of my sanity. When I wake up the real nightmare begins. Will I make it through my time in living hell? Do I possess the strength to smash my fears into the ground? I've tried to be strong, I've tried to overcome, but I don't think I possess the strength to carry on. I'm torn between and there's no right choice I've gotta fight back. I WON'T BE SCARRED FOR LIFE!!!