The Feeling of Life

You haven't felt alive until you've been dragged to a bedroom's corner, curled in a ball, all in a bawl, crying, sobbing, until your head aches, your heart hurts and eye's swollen from sorrow.

You haven't felt alive until you wanted to die, jump into the mystery of the unknown, thoughts of silencing yourself, with voices screaming from the inside, desperately trying to not feel desperate.

You haven't felt alive until you had no idea where your next meal was coming from, walking the streets in a daze, eyes glazed, dreams torn to shreds, days spent in bed, waiting to be awaken.

You feel most alive when you're approaching death, ready to die, feeling all sorts of emotions, joy comes and goes, sorrow comes and refuses to leave, choking on your last reason to breath...

When's the last time you felt alive?

I'm doing too much living now, these feelings, I feel them, Lord how I feel them. We need an escape baby. Waiting for the escape baby.