The light of hope has faded,it is the flame of desire that keeps me going.

My bestfriend is the darkness, it helps hide the things I see and the things I don't anymore. To sleep is to find peace if only for a moment from the pain,

I sometimes wonder what I did to deserve this.

When pills no longer help I have only my self to turn to, to battle this thing that I cannot beat, and then when it is done I do not recall what I was fighting.

I am the next generation and I fight as those before me did, maybe if I fight hard enough the cycle will end.

The dancing fog reminds me always that pain is never far away, and I hope that my children will never have to endure. I see my future in my father, my grandmother, and her mother and I fight harder every day. My light may be gone but the flame still lives.