I cannot pretend you'll ever find worse..
it's just what I am...
sorry.

You're actions define...my nature.

I miss the times I remember,
of true friendship...
when loyalty and strength...
where never paid for.

What is freedom?
...that we have forgotten,
...or that which we have never known?

What is freedom?
...do we live our dreams,
...do we gladly retire a say in our lives?

Unlike everyone else,
who seem so bruised,
I am not fractured or,
shredded, bleeding or abused...
I just cannot seem to find,
exactly where the rest,
of me went...