I am walking through this darkness all alone. wanting to escape this never ending nightmare. i scream for help, but it is in vain. i am forced to fight this on my own. i reach out, looking for some familar hand to hold, a hand of love, but all i feel is the breeze between my fingers. why have i been condemend to this life? an existence definined by its misery, despare, anger, frustration, confussion, and hoplesness? when i cry, i feel worse. when i laugh, i feel fake. is this really because i have been through so much? or is it just my state of mind? have i earned the right to hurt so much? or do i just do it for the attention?
