The cry that I hear beyond my vision
They block my path to envision
Oh hell they hurt, what can I do
My pillows wet, they feel my pain, they cry too
My life, my regrets, my guilt, my sorrow
They cause high tides let me find my burrow
I know they are not me, sign of a developing mind
My family who stand by me through my unbearable grind
Oh go away you monsters, I know this is just a game
You will be afraid my friend, you don’t have an aim
I will grow past these also accepting you as my friend
The past shall never hunt, teaching me life is their intend
~A
souvenir 
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