Monday, December 06, 2010

Slow Death

I can tell myself a million times that everything will be alright but how does one believe in his own lies? I am not alright. I am not free. I am in a prison that I can never be released from and I am slowly dying. I can't deal with this alone but there is nobody I can turn to. Time... time is no longer my friend.

God? Are you still there? Why can't I feel you anymore?