Away from that place, But still running from a past, Will it ever stop haunting me? Sometimes doing so well, Enjoying my life, I'd almost call it happy... But then these dark days hit Always on the blind side, The moment everything feels good. For this last part of life, I thought I was healing, But really I know I never could... This life is attached to me, With all of the hauntings, These dreams will never go away. If I am to live with this, I first must come to terms with it, in reality I will never be "sane." I try to surround myself With those who can accept me And they truely and honestly try. But they can't understand The memories that haunt me, Those that cause the screaming inside. No, I will never be whole, This we all must accept, If I am expected to move on. Because if we cannot accept, And I am forced to chose, Then really, I'm as good as gone.