I lay, guilt laden. Prepared for a journey through hell, a long one too at that. As I defy and disobey the most doting parents ever gifted to a being, my life runs faster, with stressful trounces in its way, racing towards hell. Not backed by talent or drive, I feel sick of myself. My very existence seems worthless. My abilities seem execrable. I don’t feel invincible anymore.
I’ve lied myself into an inferno. One I cannot come out of. One, which chokes me, burns my soul. My wings are on fire. I can’t fly. I don’t see a way. It’s my obsession. Why should they suffer? Why do I push them into this never-ending turmoil? But I’m incapacitated… exhausted. Love can kill you sometimes. Yet you can’t stop. You just don’t want to. Everything else seems so vague.
