I Had To Say Goodbye.
Once again, I’m at this juncture. Dark, cold, lonely.
Dark, not for the absence of illumination, but that every good thing that came my way left when I was most happy.
Cold, like a dead fish; lived in water, die in death.. Water or Death; only the fish can tell which is colder.
Lonely, for every road I took and every battle I fought and every time I got locked up in the jail of my past, I was alone. I still am.