Lost at sea my plank that I hold onto so dearly is the remains of my happiness as I frantically try to piece it back together back to the wonderous, towering ship that it used to be so many years ago. I never realized how dangerous these seas could be and how badly it could hurt you. Somedays I wonder if I should just let go and stop fighting against the inevitable, others I look at the sky hoping to see a glimpse of the sun in hopes it will give me the strength to go on. But as the seas get ruffer and the sky gets darker I wonder if it's worth it? I wonder if anyone will miss me if anyone will remember the quiet girl that used to sit at the front of the class? I wonder if they would care that I left this world due to the pain? I wonder will they notice how I had changed over the years? Or will they forget me? Will I be part of the large group of people that society just cast aside? Sometimes I think whether I deserve to be missed or remembered, or if I should be forgotten? The internal conflict never ends like the waves never cease to exist.