One day you are there,and then all of a sudden,there's less of you.And you wonder where that part went,if it's living somewhere outside of you.And you keep thinking,maybe you'll get it back.And then you realize,it's just gone.
When it gets so bad and I think I can't go on. I try to make it worse. When I'm certain that I can't stand it, I go one moment more, and then I know I can bear anything.