Still have yet to see many of their faces
I've accepting that I may never get through
Conveying my pain to another wasnever a priority or an original intention of mine
But I've made progress
Test results yield a discretional understanding
Treatment has reclaimed parts of a life that could of never been thought to of been taken away
New passions have ignited new found worth
My heart still pumps the blood of a trillion cells
The sun still rises everyday as the unspeakable purpose it has always been
And I'm still here to turn my back on any false indication of a time to lose my existence