Alone,

Sitting here.
Being consumed by hell.
Choking on the only air you have left.
Looking at the world you trusted.
Yet you hate it so much.
You wanted to leave.
You didn't know it would take this long to just leave.
Feeling isolated and destroyed.

The air is deep, filled with harmful words.

This place we are, there is no turning back.

We don't think about yesterday but tomorrow.

We only have time to fix are damned souls.

Fix our wrongs.

So while we wait for our departure, we must sit.

Just sit here.