I walked thru Hell, and the flames burned away the person I thought I was, leaving a stranger in his place.

With time I have slowly gotten to know this new person, both stronger, and weaker, than the one before. Less emotional, and more guarded.

Happiness and pleasure are still kept from me, but I have learned to laugh again. Without that I would still be nothing. A walking shadow, waiting for death.

I slowly learn to live again as the days go past, waiting for the future to come, when I can leave this place I find myself, and move forward.

My end still waits for me, but it will not come today.