342nd Post

The screams of agony.

Fills the silent passageway.

Don't say you understand my pain.
Because you never will.

Wounds which i thought i had them closed.
Are suddenly reopened.

As i lie in a pool of my own blood.
Slowly fading to black.

I whisper to the silent passageway.
That i am tired of it all.

That i want to selfishly abandon all that care for me.
That i want to erase all my memories.

And to live out my life in solitude.
In a padded cell.