I sit here alone in this darkness, trapped in my mind no where to run or hide. Thinking if its truly worth it to live or if it would be better to die. Knowing my mind is its own living hell, I stay here knowing all to well how this will end where I will be, forgetting to move on from past memories. In this life I know where I stand, a person of no interest to woman or man, feeling as though I could lose my self in an instant still I stay for just one thing. The hope I've been given the choice I can make, to stay here and live or make my final mistake. I feel as though I have little to live for always watching for a chance to run for the door. My spec of hope may fade away and leave me to fight this only in grey.
