• I was trapped…

    Suffocating, held hostage by my love for him…

    the love he seemed to regard with nothing but indifference and, contempt…

    The love that, apparently, meant nothing…

    I was prisoner….

    Held in an embrace that would last the rest of my life….

    Shattered, broken, alone…

    unhealed, disregarded…

    thrown away like last year’s newspaper...

    I am a prisoner of my love for him...

    I don’t know where to turn...

    my music has failed to soothe the burning sensation of loneliness and the aching desire to be...

    his…