I lead a wounded life, I forgot what it meant to be human. My reality became the lost of interest. My ability to stand my ground fell below me. My world now belonging to what took me away from my dignity. I was lost in the meaning of life. I took hold of what is now nonexistent. Nothing made sense to what is known as myself. The thoughts grew louder, screaming with in me.. That is called silence. A girl pushing forward as she is forgotten. Invisibility is what she was called. I was a struggle at course, fighting every obstacle life threw at me. Fidgeting with every step that I grew with God, hesitating with every move I walked with him, whispering every sudden thought of a weak moment I spoke of, and every tear that had fallen from my blue eyes, reassured me that I was going to get through every painful memory and day that I can't ever erase but only fix the weakness as I opened my heart up to God.