I'm cold, I am always cold now...it has seeped into my veins , into my bones, into my very being. I have made this corner of the room my own, it feels the most warm, the most safe.

I know I am not safe, I think maybe I am just used to it. The constant tests, the needles, and the incessant beeping beeping BEEPING all the time...

I don't remember my family, I think I had one but since I have been sick since birth I never got to know them. My life is four walls and a ceiling, stale food with no flavor and a gown in the most beautiful shade of salmon you can imagine....nurses try to be nice, but they have to be cause I'm dying. I have forgotten who I really am, this is me now.

Bound to a bed, a forgotten soul in a tortured body.