ALIVE ON THE INSIDE
There was a time when as a small boy I ran and played like others,
Reading books was my everyday thing, I remember a child’s life.
Something was happening to me but I was scared and hoped It would fade,
A shaky hand turned Into a life that would become a hell, not for any man.
Slowly as I age and young still I decay In my mind, my body does not function,
Control of my soul Is not mine as this horrible monster conquers what Is mine.
I do not realize that time goes by In the length of so many years as I’m dead but alive,
My existence Is known and seen by strangers and a mother but no, not me.
I’m alive on the Inside but they think I’ve gone far, far, away, I have something to say,
If what Is hell could be worse than where I am then I should not complain about my pain.
I want them to know that I am alive Inside, I am a person that has only died on the outside,
I am alive! I am alive!.