Prison Breaker

Dint know im that tired until i realised that i am. Dint realised its built up to the brim until a gentle touch of humanity reminds me that im still human. So intense that i dint realised the changes. Suppressed. Living a suppressed life. Control. How long more?

Trapped. No way out, i couldnt find the way out. Illusions, hope seems to diminish with each hope. Im running out of ideas, strength and faith. Faith. Faith vs Hope. Where?

who can show me the way? The way back home...