Asylum 2

Trapped here again.

I am alone.

No light shines upon me.

No hope.

All I can do is cry.

The faces of my friends.

They look blocky.

Like I am trapped in ROBLOX.

My cell tightly closed.

The sweat pouring down my face.

Cuffs tied to my hands.

I want to make it.

I feel like someone is out there.

A entity or something.

He lives within me.

I cannot take it.

Voices.

They echo.

The whispering.

It will not stop.

Someone is out there.

Listening to me.

Do they think I am insane?

Am I?

Because, it may be true.

But, who knows?

Is it for my own good?

They are coming.

The avatars.

I try to run.

I am trapped in a nightmare.

A living one at that.

There is no escape.

No hope.

Only darkness.

My heart aches.

It breaks apart.

Every night.

Agony.

I feel weak.

Am I insane?

Is this my last day?

This is my life now.

Trapped in this asylum.

Now, I cannot get out.

Everyone walks past.

I wonder.

What do they see in me?

As I sit here, I wish for death.

But, it would never work.

Life is a curse.

I cannot run.

I cannot hide.

I try to break free.

But, I cannot.

It is my own fault.

Is it?

Is someone framing me?

The days get longer.

My will to live crushes me.

I am not strong.

I am not tough.

I am a clown.

Nobody cares.

I let people die.

Nobody can help me?

I am stuck in a nightmare.

It is my own fault.