Down on the floor...people shouting for help. In pain. Breathless and numb.Still here but partly there...Feels hot and wet- something's flowing thru my troat suffocatting me...no!!!!
I sat down soaking wet at the edge of my bed in a cold, dark room. Where am I? Oh yes. In the middle of the wood, somewhere.
What am I doing here?
I almost forgot how it's like...to be in a team...to work. To live a fast life. To party, eat out, laugh with friends..I don't have any here, in this imitation of life. I have never made this decision. I was kinda forced. But agreed. Why? Cause I wanted to live. Though I was said to be negative and sarcastic, laid-back lad I WANTED TO LIVE! Went thru pain, loneliness and isolation. Left my friends behind. Saw them suffer and cry, call me names. And why? To lead the life like this? I don't think so.