I died. I was 21 years old. It wasn't a car crash. No suicide. No terrible accident. I wasn't kidnapped and then murdered. Nothing that dramatic. No, I was diagnosed with cancer. But before I get into that. I should first define the  word dead. According to the Merriam Webster dictionary the word dead means "lifeless". Sadly I'm not completely lifeless... However I'm not completely alive either. If I were, I'd be at school (college) wasting away my days with classes and friends. Dreaming about the endless possibilities that come with being young.. So again, I'm not quite alive, nor am I completely dead. I'm stuck somewhere in between. I'm stuck at home in my bed. I'm locked into my own head.... Never truly dying....and never truly living. I'm stuck in a war... alone and against myself.