Something in me yearns to be able to fly away from its pain. It begs to be set free from its cage. It begs to unleashed from its chains. Something holds it here. Something weighs it down. Something keeps it firmly on the ground. My dreams are already dead from lack if hope. So why do I stay on this Earth? Is it because Mother Nature still wants to torture me or is it because I haven't finished what God has planned for me? I do not know, but maybe someday I'll ask Him. If I ever get the chance, I'll ask Him.
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The Story Of My Life
RandomThis is my depressing little journal, I needed somewhere to put all my depressing thoughts, and so this was born.
