Things...
I often find myself asking why. I am going to hit rock bottom soon. I am afriad, yet welcoming it soon arrival. I want my questions to be answered and my mind to be free. I feel like I am a puppet. I want my strings to be cut so I can be free. Why is it that when you think you have everything it all seems to fade away. Why is it I have to subjected to everyone else pain, anger, and faithless way of living. I once was a very happy person. I once was free. Now I sit naked and chained in the dark with the only confrort of my own screams. I have paid my blood, shed my tears and all that remains it the pure essence of myself. I see only the truth when I look in the mirror. I would like to think that their is much more to me. But I can not find it. Things have fallen silent, there are no more conforting words for the ones that I hold dear. I am alone and will remain to be. Until the end of time and then I shall pass only to come back and be come what I am once more. I will be bound to this faith until some force comes and takes me away. I would like to go climbing a birch tree. That would be good both coming and going.
-char