some days I feel like I am floating in an endless suffering. everything around me is a dark blurred shadow. all sounds fall silent but tormented whispers that haunt me so. some days I feel half alive like I am never really here or hardly noticed. walking past everyone as they seem to simply shrug off my existence. some days are hard and the pain surrounds me and shreds at my heart picking at every painful moment in my life dragging it back out and bringing it back to life. the smiled mask that lay on my delicate face starts to shatter away. most days I hate to be found out. I try so hard to keep my mask beautiful. Keep it the person most would like to see. Sometimes I look back in the best as tears cascade down my face. So many things I have lost in just two years. yet. there is a always a small dim candle light in my dark. many follow. silhouettes gather around my broken heart stitching it back up. these people are my friends. my family. my world the only thing that keeps me going. some don't know how much they matter some only get a taste. some might not even know they have helped stitch the broken black heart that pumps to keep me alive. these people I cherish them all. they make me stronger. they make my transition possible. I am nothing without these people and I would like to say thank you to them all.
so my friends
I thank you!