I've come so far, and done so much, yet I haven't. I've only been here for 16 years and there's so much more to do, so much more to see; so much more to be. I struggle at times, swimming against the current, sometimes forgetting to stroke; and there are things I must be, things I must do; and sometimes that involves hard choices, such as hurting others, especially those you hold most dear.
Why can't people see it? Why can't they hear the screams? Why can't they see themselves writhing in agony? If they can't help themselves, the right way, then who can?
