If madness had a son,
he'd name it insanity.
Pain and anger would be his siblings.
His sister would be named maladaptive, day dreaming she would cause.
Hallucinations would be her twin.
Bitterness and pride would be their brethren.

Forever might not be such a far fetched concept after all
It's just day after day,
Week after week
Month after month
Year after year
Of hanging in there.
Because in life, you are all you've got.