Walking on broken glass and i watch the blood trinkle down my foot but can\'t feel a thing,
I watch the colors that once brought tears to my eyes walk past me with no effect
A passion that burns my chest just leaves a warm light that dims with every breath i take .
i take two steps foward and take a huge leap backwards
I spend most of my time trying to get out ,
I can smell the fresh breeze of the wild flowers as im climbing
I felt as if was able to run through that field again if only i could get out of this ditch
It hits me maybe i\'m too weak from falling that i simply wont build up the strength again to get out.
You see i know how my story ends ,therefore why should i try again?