I saw her today,
and I'll probably see her again tomorrow in my time of despair.
Today I look into the mirror and she was staring at me.
"Why?" she asks,
"Why are you always crying?".
"Because I can", I reply.
Then she say's
"Sometimes what you can do isn't always what you should do"
and I look at her and say
"how do you know the tears I cry,
the pain I go through day by day?"
and she says
"I'm nobody,
I have nobody,
you do,
I am nobody,
you are,
I am not known by anybody,
you are,
I am not loved by anybody,
you are loved by lots,
and last of all I don't know what it's like to be loved,
you do."
Then she sighs and starts crying the tears I am so familiar with
so I say
"I will love,
I will show you what it's like to be loved,
and I will let you be known".
She then reaches out
and I grab her hand softly
and pull her out of her none existing world
and we hug as tears fall from our eyes.
I say
"I will be your friend, now you are somebody".

By Ashleigh Michelle Lewis

Believe it or not, this was written by Ashleigh when she was 11 years old.
Remarkable, isn't it, that someone so young could possess such insight into this disease?

Ashleigh, this is wonderful and thank you so very much for allowing me to display it!