333rd Post

The blinks get faster.

In a futile attempt to stop the tears.

Although my mind is there.
But its just a hollow shell.

With nothing left.
But pure insane thoughts.
And locked secrets.

I don't know.
What is my next step.

I just wish to be afflicted with something terminal.
And be done with living.

I just want to hold your hands.
To feel the warmth of your hugs.
And see the smiles on your face.

Before i return to my prison cell.

A prison.
In which i will stay.

For the rest of my life.