12 March 2012
No matter how hard I try, it seems I can't see beauty in the world; each time I go out I see sadness surrounding me. Is it possible I reflect my own soul in the very things I despise? Maybe I'm just trying to get rid of this longing, the ever present desire to share my very being, and I always end up facing a cold wall of loneliness.
I'm trapped here, safe from disappointment, sorrow, pain, as I always wanted. And the sad truth is that pain is even greater now, when I'm unable and afraid to call for help
Trapped • Opuss № I