underground suicide

he was the middle child. he was only 20 years old.
wraped around ideas and thoughts of lost dreams
twisted and confused; deciding in between staying or
going. he was raw. he was dead. but his heart still beated.
day by day his ilusions faded away..... stread by stread. he forgot about living. he forgot about control. he forgot about himself. locked away from reality. from the world. living in a 4 by 4 wall dorm. he slips away. careless and free. life doesnt really mean that much. he knows that when the time is right when things are to much to handle. he knows inside it will be time to go.....
-"there isnt much to loose." he thought.

he wants his room to be blue. with a red balloon.

creo q es lo mismo supongo. estar encerrado.
estar encerrado. cautivado en una prision. sin palabras invisible al ojo.
atrapado como un mimo en su celda imaginaria. es lo q es. este estado en el q me encuentro.

creo q... i think ive forgotten my self somewhere along the way. and im desprate. and i dont care.


creo q me inspire con esta pelicula:

http://mx.youtube.com/watch?v=g_sqqaHzmGg

creo q todo este aislamento es solo una forma de escapar oh de estar lejos de complicacioens q tengo q enfrentar. pero q aunq no las estoy viviendo las siento muy adentro.
estoy de q solo tengo q cruzar la linea. pero no quiero. pero si quiero.

creo q todos somos asi de una u otra manera...