Prison

Before I get carried away, an important event took place in my life. I lost me at the tender age of 13. It was at this point that emptiness came and joined me on my couch. I pulled away from friends and family and allowed this strange compaion to settle in. It has been with me for all these years providing me nothing but depression as a friend. I am in a prison of hell one which I contructed myself. This phenomena of me is killing my soul. I feel empy inside and out. I guess that the numbness I feel is what keeps me alive and strong. It is all that I know. It is also the secret that I keep from my close circle. They know nothing of my pain. When am forced to sit among them, I smile and laugh. But inside I feel no happiness only isolation.
misery22 misery22
36-40, F
1 Response May 25, 2012

so true. thanks for reading.