Debby Keeper HOW MUCH LONGER Sitting. Sane on the outside going bloody crazy alone in my mind. The denial, it speaks so softly gently weaves a comforting lie whisper, whisper again keep my child safe in there. Will it be much longer? 1 don’t feel like going on. Place your hands on my chest feel my breastbone. Imagine the pain; a knife going in; the shock of a bullet exploding through soft flesh and bone. Is it going to be much longer? 1t’s the pain. I try to stop it I talk. The men and women they ask, “Do you always feel like this?; Is this a normal way for you to feel?” I feel good, then I feel so tired. They say, “You have survived, you are strong.” Will it ever be over? 211