November 27, 2011
By Anonymous

As I sit here to myself, listening to my heart beat every second
I start to wonder if I will be like this forever.
Will I sit in this damp, dark, dusty corner without getting a chance to see my light? Or will I lay here and let life take its course around me?
It is normal to be afraid for fear to a point where my body freezes and I can no longer move? I have to leave and show that I have courage...
But I can't.
I won't.
I shall not...
...I will leave...
But when?...

The author's comments:
I made this piece when I was thinking about troubles in my life and I have to tell myself that I can move an

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