by taras Mar 2, 2004
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Here I am a prisoner in my own world, where there is no escaping, and if you try, you will die, so be a good little boy, and behave, here we were taught that there is no such thing as pain or tears, because here is a place where you have to behave because if you don't you will end up just dieing just like everybody else, I have met a friend who is being tortured to death right in front of my eyes, I want to help, but I am scared to even dare raise my voice to the guards because I know if I do they will kill me also. Now I have to bury my friends body, in the pouring rain. I can't sleep, because of what happened, he didn't deserve it, why did they do it, why? I am sitting here in my cell knowing that he is in a better place now in Heaven, knowing that some day I will join him knowing that the guards like to kill people just for fun, for their own amuse, how dare they kill people just for fun? |