Another day has past, I closed the window.
Darkness remains but I remain here as nothing, lost, and in pain. Though it hurts I'm afraid to open the window. I fear the thought of having to face another day. Does it make sense to pay this price every day.

Screaming out at the top of my lungs hoping someone can hear, but no one can see me, the only one who knows I'm here is me. How much time has past, an eternity in every...