I have been on a downward spiral
for quite some time now.
Stuck.
Don't know how to climb back up this time.
Trapped.
Suffocating.
Deserted.
Abandoned.
Alone.
Lonely.
Dying.
A virtual notebook; displaying my ramblings from the void within me. Far too long have they been buried under a retched desklamp. Hidden in the bottom drawer like a naughty magazine. Silently screaming at me as the years go by. Wanting to be set free. Will I ever be free?