I've been there, Seen the days when you don't think that you can escape the pain, or worse, the confusion as you wonder why: Why must I always battle my own mind? What's going on and why can't I see? Why is there darkness that's all around me? Why do I hate myself, or do I hate myself? I can't remember anymore, But now I'm afraid and I'm not sure of anything I remember those days... I've been in the deepest and lowest pits of darkest Hell Where I couldn't even trust myself I was afraid that I would do something to myself that was irrevocable, That I didn't deserve to love or to live or to be happy I was afraid that nobody would ever love me and I would never be happy I was afraid that I would die, I remember those days! I remember gasping for air as I felt that all around me were hostilities, That nobody would care if anything bad happened to me, That I was alone in the darkness, That I would never escape the darkness ...