They will never understand what it means to suffer. To struggle to wake up everyday regretting that the sun rose on you. They will never know how hard it is to be active and do something. To be involved and part of a team. But most importantly how could they possibly understand what its like to not be able to see your own future. All I see is my death. Its all I dream about, all I think about, and now all I know. Why is it so hard to find a future without my death. Where no one will save me, and no one will help me. I think I'm dying. I think I'll die by my own hands. And I don't know how to stop it.