My Own Prison
Everyone is a prisoner in their own purgatories. We have our own doubts, nightmares and imaginary fears. We all have had experiences of losing ourselves somewhere along the way. It's just that some have found the right way to go back or move on while others are still lost and stuck in the same old rut. Unfortunately, I am in the latter group. For the past few years, I have tried to pull myself out of it. But, the only "rewards" that I have got are more confuse, frustration and hopelessness. I wonder if I would ever be able to get out of my own prison. Would I suffer forever? Is death really the only way out??