I am growing,

in pain,

I am growing,

with the pain,

as if,

glued to it.

is it the pain or, perhaps, my shadow,

that imprisons me,

that shackles my soul,

that burns my dreams and hopes?

am I just one of many,

will I ever become someone?

someone other than me?

the absence of meaning,

the lack of emotion,

and,

a dried well.

people,

faces,

empty places.

the abyss engulfs my narrow but sharp view,

I am alone,

empty,

yet alive.

to live or to die,

to love or to hate.

I am stuck in a cycle,

a endless loop.

everyday I wake up,

in pain.

everyday I go to sleep, 

in pain.

if life is but a sting,

mangle whatever hopes reside in my core.

burn away the memories,

and... set me free.