A life of a loner .........
I haven't said a word in days, actually there's no one to talk to, I reply from far away land. I hear voices in my head, that only I could understand, The devil whispering, they talk to me, reminding me how weak I'm. There's no one to talk with me, so that I could share my feeling what I have been experencing past few years, I have trust issues, the emotions get deposited on my heart like the iron towards the magnet making it more heavier, I cry, I yell everyday, in a hope someone could hear me and take me out from this prison I have been imprisoned so long . I have lost my identity. The prison I have been inside I dark with no locks, I can easily break and come out through it, but the negativities had made my steps much heavier, each step appears a mile. And the desire to come out and break through it remains a dream as such. I draw racing cars and rockets on the walls hoping someone to take me out from this place.