I feel so damn lost inside. What can the psych ward help with really, what can they do for me? I'm trapped between time, all I can do i wait. But what if I can't do that? What if I just die tomorrow? This health care system sickens me, this world sickens me, myself sickens me. What is left to live for? What is left to die for? My fire inside me has almost died, it just glows sadly and weak in all that eternal darkness around. I tremble in my black world, cause I can't find a way to go. I'm just so damn lost. Where am I......?
22:47. Everyone has gone to bed, but I'm restless. I can't find peace in this dark prison. I wanna feel like I'm home, for real. That feeling of being safe and at home. I just wanna feel it. Just that. Only that. Instead I'm at a psych ward, intoxing myself to an unsafe sleep. Thinking what will be of tomorrow, and the rest of this autumn. Will there be any more autumns in my sad little life? Will there even be a day tomorrow to come?
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