In my CUBE

I catch myself in the same place as before. Before, when I was a teenager. I see six walls surrounding my space. Surrounding me. I despise the way it makes me feel. It takes me to a lonely and dark place. A place where all I do is hate. Building myself with anger. I am desperate. Desperate to know. Have I done the right thing? Have I made the right decision? Honestly, I don’t know. Can I make it any worse than what it is? It seems I am waiting for something to happen. Instead of me doing something for myself. I am done doing for others, it brakes me and I am tearing myself apart. No one is worthy for what I have to give. No One. My mine has consumed me, second after second and minute after minute. I keep thinking, thinking of what I could have done. I am weak, ready to burst into tears. No one understands me but I don’t even understand myself. How can I overcome and be at peace? The six walls surrounding me, have taken over me and there is no way out. Not at this time. Maybe one day, I will get up and leave these six walls. Until then… who knows!