This road is long, dark, and cold
It smells of morning dew.
Thick fog brings a sense of uneasiness.
Leaves crackling beneath my feet
Each step my heart hurts more and more
Slowly breaking, fastly shaking.
Suddenly I can't breathe,
I cannot hear.
The walls are closing in on me.
Need to scream but I can't.
Need to cry but I can't.
Nothing can leave this body.
Full of loneliness and heartache,
Always wanting, never receiving....
What did I do to deserve this?