It seems to happen quite more often now,
being put in the dark,
while my old life thrives.
I miss many people who are close to me,
and I remember swearing,
never to lose them.
Although here,
in the darkness,
wondering about the life
passing me by,
I feel detached from the world,
from everything I knew.
I look at your necklace,
and I have no idea,
how I will ever part with it,
especially now.
This place is a living hell,
and I am desperate
to make something form.
Since I broke off the earth,
I feel like a different person,
as if leading a life,
meant for someone else.
I envy the person
who took my place...
always have.
One would think that here,
would be a safe-haven
of somesort
Like a place to runaway
from all your problems.
Yet,
this fairytale place
seems nice,
but too much of a good thing,
like cake,
could make you throw up.