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It's dark.

I'm in a place that's cold.

I'm lost in the worst possible place. Myself.

There's no way out.

I want to feel. I want to live.

I want to trust.

But I can't.

I feel confused.

Too many open wounds. Too many to heal.

I'm tired. Exhausted.

I feel dead. I feel pain.

Not just my own. I feel it for my loved ones.

It's still dark.

I'm drowning, dying.

And nobody notices.

Or is it that nobody cares?

I don't know.

Can you help me? No, you can't.

I'm already gone, and there's nothing left to help.