I'm all alone,
ghosts of past pains haunting my sleep,
and boy, oh boy, I'm going mad for sure.
Their voices too loud, the images too bright,
too real for me to bear...
All the memories I fought so hard to forget, and yet,
I fail to defeat.
So here i shall stay,
in this glass walled room,
able to see trough the thin barrier all those people,
the ones who said they loved me too.
Bound by heavy shackles,
that are too large for my wrists:
Yes, I could escape...
But why take the risk?
Why leave the comfortable darkness,
that always embraces my sleep,
for the dangers of a happy and luminous life,
filled with the uncertainty?