The walls around me sweat,
Condensation dripping from the ceiling, running down the colourful painted skin surrounding me.
I lay lifeless,
Looking,
Wondering.
Endless possibilities running through my mind.
My mind is an overthinkers dream,
But my nightmare.
I'm trapped.
Stuck in my mind and in my body.
I wish to be free from everything,
But I know the cost of something so unreachable.
If I truly want to be free, I must trade my life.
The only life I get will be taken from me, for some freedom.
Freedom is such a strange word.
For freedom doesn't exist.
I guess I've always wanted to achieve the impossible, but I never expected my life to be the cost.
As much as I hate living, being trapped,
Id hate being free.
I'm so used to my mind now that nothing I think scares me,
I've seen it all.
I've ran through every hypothetical situation possible at least 3 times before.
And coincidentally I die every time.
Maybe it's a sign?
Maybe I should choose freedom,
Instead of life.
That wouldn't be such a bad eternity,
It's better than living,
That's for sure.
