6:47 p.m. - 2007-10-23
Empty
I have missed my only chance to get out. Neither here or there, I'm left behind. It's been so long since I've been home, I begin wonder if it's just a mere thought. Like a knife,inside, turning around-the memory of a life I long to again have. This constant hurt is all I've ever known, now I let it go-throw it out. Fleshed-out, there's nothing left in my life. Empty is the only thing I call mine.