Peter Pan

"It'll get better." Those three words are swimming around my ears. That's all anyone seems to be able to say to me. But I know better. I've lived this way for so long now, and it hasn't once gotten better. So why now? I guess people just have optimism for those that they can't understand, because the alternative would be to wake up each morning with the fear that I will be gone.

Guess what?

It hasn't gotten better. Instead of less pain, I have 1, 2, 3, 46 scratches, 46 cuts, 46 scars.

But it's better than being dead I guess.

Okay, that's a lie. "To die would be awfully big adventure." So much nothing, no pain, no grief, just....peace.