hate.

i wrote a poem. it goes as followed:

Giving up.

Giving in.

losing to my fate again.

Breaking down.

Losing hope.

Cant get off this downward slope.

The days come

the hours pass

but my heart just breaks like to thin glass

my smile shatters

like porcelain

while my heart continues caving in

an empty hole

take a place in my chest

for all the girls that have been laid to rest.

the end.

know why? yesterday a young woman named Caitlyn died. you know how old she was? twenty. two-zero.

know why? rett syndrome. thats right. rett. syndrome. 

that means (for most my readers) that your life is half over. and not only that but you lived your whole life trapped. 

this morning a girl only 15 years old is going home. to die in her own house. theres nothing more the doctors can do except send her home and pray she pulls through one more time. but the chance is like 3%.

i just want a cure. no more suffering.

its so heart breaking to read of the girls with seizures and pnemonia and even the unknown.

i just want a cure.