Sometimes, I feel like I'm putting up a front. I wear a smile to cover up all of the agony inside. I laugh at a comment, or a joke to further my inner denial. Sometimes, I feel like a superhero, that nothing will stop me. At other times, I feel so low, I want to stop my own existence, because I feel there is no hope, no one with an arm reaching out, and for the ones that are, thank you. But, not all the arms in the world can make me feel better, make me feel like before this ruined me. It's destroyed the fabric of what I call "life", because a life with this, is no life to live.