Aug

Thursday,

20,

   I'm dying, I'm dying a little inside
   A little yet too much. Too much pain I couldn't describe too tired that I coudn't rise.
   It hurts too deep.
   I wish I could emerge through this thick surface of frustration,
   so I could touch the air of hope.
   This virtual cage confines me for too long.
   It makes me forget that I need to live and survive for life is too short to complain.
   The promises of paradise keeps me sound and insane.