lonely days
Everywhere I look theres a void, nothing more than a wall blocking me from getting on with my life. I've been taken away from my world. From all I knew. Why is it that everything happens for a reason, yet none can be an enjoyable one? I need to get out. Out of my own head even. The more I think the more it hurts. Just a month ago I had turned into a brilliant person, full of love and happiness. Smiling at the very thought of life. How ironic and good it had been to me. But now I've come to realize it was never real. Even when I had truely believed in happiness, it was all a lie.