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by christina Dec 11, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I am sealed inside a cave of doubt connected by strings of misgivings. Tortured by memories and screamed at by fear and pain. The walls are black my eyes are hollow. My arms and legs are scared and scratched. I do not ask for tomorrow. My sweat is like blood my tears are like knives cutting away at my face as they slide down my pale cracked lips. The air is cold inside me the air around me is like fire. Nothing to relieve my soul from this cage. Nothing to quench my thirst of this pain. I do not beg for mercy. I do not beg for Help. I do not scream for my sanity. cause soon I will be out of this hell.