Is it a place, a lifetime,  that we think is perfect? Or is it reality? Is it your own hell? With your own fears taunting you until you die? I often mull over this idea, what is life? What are we here for? Are we here to suffer? Am I supposed to fear so much? Did someone give me this challenge because they thought I could handle it? Well, I have news for you, I'm surviving with it, I'm not living. Maybe living through hell? Yelling, arguments, thoughts, fears that she will,  leave me, leave everyone forever, and never come back. And while I think these things, everyone else just brushes it off. Do you not see me?Just let me hold her, please!