I'm sitting here, surrounded by the too golden rays of the sun, making me look like a fallen angel.
Yet from inside, I feel dull, negative. Like a wing cut from my body. The one thing that helped me sustain , taken away and shredded brutally.
I don't know what has happened to me or why am I doing this to myself but for all I know, this will get worse.
I say to myself - " Don't cry, crying is for the mere weak."
But how long? How long will this mask of a strong person last?
How long before it fades away?
How long before I give up?
I stare at the four walls around me, feeling devastated, defeated. I pray like the victim of the war, for someone to give me strenth and hope to live.
But I don't see anyone around me. I'm all alone in this war of mine and I've been defeated by my own self.
Maybe this is how we all die, alive.
