Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound of silence engolfs me as I run deeper into my thoughts.
Night falls. The stars rise. The moon glows and I sit still thinking. Thinking of mistakes I made. How can I tell anybody. How will I explain.
I don't sleep anymore. Nightmares controll my dreams. Nightmares are nicer than my thoughts though.
My mind is a deadly labrynth. One wrong turn and it can break your heart. One wrong step and you fall in the endless abyss of fear.
Sadness ocupates my mind. But that is the least of my worries. Its the secrets I hold that scares me. The ones I cannot tell.
The one that will bury me alive.