These thoughts keep me up at night, the morning, and the middle of the day.  Im a slave. Shackled and caged. I Want to break these chains that keep me confined. Instead of lying, saying I'm fine. So I wait, in the depths of hell, that was created for me, praying to God for what he took, giving water to artificial thirst and devoting my energy to this worthless
 Memory book. I want to burn everything with the breaths of pain and sorrow, and when I do and the future comes completely undone, because im stuck in this pit of solitude, I must ask myself, why am I here?