Overshadowed by the tears in my eyes, my face becomes a silhouette of a former spirit once alive with smiles and amusement. Where is that look of wonder I used to have waking up every morning?
Although it feels like petty whining and exaggerated despair, the pain in my heart is real. The stars up in the barren night sky do not shine as gracefully as usual.
Sprained and spurned, I weep like a child that fell off her bicycle for the first time. I thought I could do it. But I realize how weak I have become with all this supervision. To the point of crippling depression, I've crossed into deep waters without a way to swim back to shore.
I dug my own grave in the dirt and I cannot see the bottom with my own eyes, however, I can distinctly picture gazing at the light from the trenches of these holes I've dug throughout my two decades of being alive.
It hurts to think if I fell into the madness of Wonderland, how long would it take to navigate through the nonsensical to find the definition of a sane man? I don't know. But all I know is this lonely spirit is withering and gone flying through the wind. Aimlessly wandering forever.
I had an overwhelming amount of emotion and had to get it out in the peak of the moment.