My Incarceration

The sun dawned in the horizon. Light pierced though the darkness. I sat on my berth. Opened my eyes and thankfully I was back to the reality. I had just seen a dream? Dream? Wasn’t that a nightmare? For me both are the same. I stood up and walked up to the sink. Opened the tap and washed my face. Wiping my face with the sleeve of my oversized shirt, I sat down next to the sink and leaned my back against the wall. ‘My new home’ a thought haunted my mind. ‘No’ I whispered to myself. I knew my future. I knew what will happen to me. A flood of questions overwhelmed me. Why was I even here? Why? WHY? I was failing myself. The questions started echoing in my head. Breaking me down.

08.08.06----------The boy who called "MINE"

Today is a pivotal day in my life.
Again I face bitter reality as I see what has happened to me again. Used,Betrayed,Again. No. I think I have to see this from another angle. Is it them or me? It must be me. How can so many use me and then run away from me. Disown me as if they don't even know me. It is my fault because all through my life I have met people and jugded them as my friends. Name them as someone who I could rely on. The ones who can help me. Didn't I help them. Didn't I. On this day of mourning, I sit here wailting for the people who would never come. How long can I lie to myself looking at the door waiting for someone. No one will come. NO ONE!!!!!


Dear diary, I make another entry
CONFUSED?