16

I...never thought of living past 16.
Not when all emotions died then.

Paths once dreamed of, were nothing more than unattainable fantasies in the distance.

No trust.
No hope.
No heart.

Only pain and confusion.

Hope, not for myself, but for all.
In the end, all hopes were just a foolish wish on my part.

In the end, I'm all alone once more.

The silence screams that resounds in my head all the time.
The distance so wide even when two are inches apart.
The madness that grows day by the day; unsettled.

An existence that shouldn't be and never be.

8 years of borrowed time.