Just another Battle Scar

I am not blind. I am not free.I am fully aware. As I lose my hair.That this war I run from..
Is more then battle scars,you can not see.
Because I can feel  them.
I am not always proud of me.I live in guilt and denial.
I get by.
And this is how I escape my life.
I am aware that I live my life n the clouds.
Lost touch with reality.
And my feet do not touch the ground.
But what good is reality.

Another broken promise.White lie.
As another broken soul,hangs me out to dry.

I am more aware then I let on.
ANd eventually you will forget me when I am gone.
It ll all disapear in awhile.but until then I hope you understand.
I am more then a mere girl
and even if I am not here
I will always hold your hand.

…
I have come to terms with some things. I deal with it in my own way.
Hopefully people will just let me do it that way.
Adios,Siarai