Hell.
Hell is what I live in, no doubt about that.
I just want to die, is that too much to ask for?
I mean, what’s the point of living?
I see no reason of why I should?
It’s like, I can’t even live.
A Zombie.
I am a zombie.
A body walking around with nothing inside.
Absolutely nothing.
I can even breathe for Godsake.
It is like I’m in a cardboard box,
And there’s absolutely no way out.
I am trapped.
And the sad thing is,
I am trapped in my own life.
