Hope doesn't exist in a place like this.
Black, empty and all alone.
No escape from the walls i built in my head
I cry out to the people standing behind the glass.
But their faceless expressions see no sign of emergency.
All alone in a world of thousands,
standing on a black canvas,
trapped in a state of emptiness that i built for myself.
I slowly suffocate from the evil demons that lurk in the corners.
Why can i build such a place but not be able to escape from it.
I look back at the faces on the other side,
and see strangers.
The taste of envy is left in my mouth.
I want to be with them. I want to leave this place.
Every second that I stay in here, is one second closer to my death.
I close my eyes and feel the cool rush of a single tear run down my cheek.
I feel the rough texture of the noose around my neck.
Every memory I ever had is embedded into this escape route.
All I want is to leave, and now all I have to do is simply jump.
And let my once imprisoned soul,
Fly to the place were there it will be forever free
From the grasp of depression.
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