Jailer
I've built myself a prison, brick by brick. Every brick has a name: self-loathing, overwhelming emotions, lack of trust, fear, pretense. I knew what I was doing as I built it, but I could not stop.
Back when it was only half built, I used to dream about things that aren't out of reach for a lot of people. A loving relationship, a couple of friends, a little happiness more days than not.
Now I only dream about the end. Not suicide -- I'd just screw that up too. But...a burst blood vessel in the brain, a sudden car accident, just not waking up in the morning to face the fact that it's another day of the same prison and I can't get out. I'm young. I've got a long time left of this. But I'm walled in now.
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