I'm inprisoned in this world,

Where any drop of illusion has evaporated & reality has made a home.

Inprisoned in a world not meant for me.

Still...

I don't belong in this place of confusion and hate,

this place of great pain and misery.

Still...

I'm barely living in my skin.

Just feeling the wind dancing on my flesh...makes me feel like everything around me is detrimental to my physical & mental health.

All things in which cannot be seen..are killing me.

When someone shall come across my dead corpse, drained of blood & life,

They will be dumbfounded as to what happened.

I will explain in a note that I was alien in this world...& it was this world that killed me.

Still...

I cry out for help while the cold hands of death reach out and claim me it's child.

Still...

I weep over the tradgedies that have fractured my soul, torn my heart, bruised my mind.

Still...

I'm here,& my corpse lives,although i feel already dead.

I walk around empty,in my rotton shell.

Still...

I'm lost in a labrynth of infinite dead ends,no exit to be found.

And still...

I'm waiting for the day all this will end. -Angie