I had decided that no one could be trusted except my dog. Opening this prison I was stuck in , seems no key to be found and of course I have my dog.
Prisoner of my guilt, shame and FEAR the walls were not to come down. Sure they hurt you and say wont happen again. I call this humour!!
In this prison I have my thoughts, anger and depression and my dog. One more thing I have is pen and paper, Thank God!!
