Paul

DRIFTING AWAY...Dread cant be seen, never heard, the grief people experience. Rage all built up, till they explode. Intrest and dreams locked and Torn. Friens and Family forgotten. The thought of running away. Everyday was like this, Drifting away. All hope lost, withering from the inside. All of this was torture..Yet no one saved me, No one did......(he looks up at you) What are you doing here?