Being fluent in silence as a facade masking fragility by means of letting the chaos' demons live within me. Is it wrong to yearn for such transquility? I have grieved more than I've lived. Isn't that enough of a punishment for a mere child? My youth was taken away from me. I do not have my life on my own hands. I am not in control. Isn't that enough reason to turn my back on my faith and try to escape my fate? Does choosing to walk away in this society really do nothing but mess up how one perceives healing from suffering? Then maybe, just maybe... insanity really is meant to be my reality. Maybe there is truly no way out.