I feel Empty, void somewhere inside. And I sit here Waiting, and waiting for something, someone, somewhere to fill my void. But I know deep down that nothing will come. I know that I don’t have to continue waiting because it will be futile. And I know this because of who I am. Because I don’t know what it is that I’m waiting for, or what I am looking for, let alone how to get there. Because I have no control over my life and my mind and hence I lie here and watch the world go by. I let my life slip away from me. And all I do is watch; watch the last of my hopes drift away, further and further from me as my body weighs heavy. And before I know it, I soon realise that I have become blind, blind to anything that may come my way. I no longer see because I no longer believe and trust that a miracle will happen, or that there is such a thing called everlasting. And I shut myself away from the world, I hide and avoid, taking the easy way out, afraid that I lack the strength to confront the truth about life, about people and about myself. I used to have dreams but even these no longer exist. It hurts to know that they’ll always stay as dreams, not because I don’t have what it takes to fulfil them but because I have surrendered before I even started. I have lost the fighting spirit and I am now caught in a web, my own web as I watch it weave around me, strangling and suffocating me. I believe we all feel this way one time or another. Some people come out of it practically unscathed, perhaps even stronger. They find things that have kept them sane and alive. Me, I cannot move. I am stuck here and it feels like it has been forever.