I am in a cell of my own making. For this is what I chose. I choose to stay here, because there is no key, no way to unlock the gates that keep me imprisoned. How can I find a way out, when there is no way to do it? When there is nothing to set me free?
The walls of this cell are grimy, covered in dirt. A dirt of my own making, because I hate all that comes close to me. I am alone. There is no one to unlock the door, no one to give me the key.
There was one who could, but then he betrayed me. In the end he gave me nothing, but a longer sentence, a longer pain, and a longer sorrow.
My loneliness doesn’t abate. My loneliness never leaves. I am stuck here forever. Someone please, set me free.