I sit in darkness as I await what I know will come. Hope is only a word that I can never see or feel. I've forever lost hope in all humanity, but even then I wanted, needed and strived just to be loved. I knew it wasn't a possibility you never let me forget that. But I still love you, you and all those week people who watch me in this darkness. I can hear you, you're coming down the stairs and even after all this time I stiffen. I take in a raged breath and shakily blow it out. And I say one last prier with the last bit of hope I have in me.
To anyone who can hear, God, angels, strangers, the wind. I leave you with my final plea hoping to be heard in some way. I pray for freedom, for comfort, and the opportunity to be loved. This hell isn't worth living for and I can't find the strength to keep fighting. Please can anyone hear me?
I wait as I hear her foot steps getting closer. No reply, not even a shift in the wind. And now I know that my hope and strength and will to live has just evaporated. But I know even with that this hell is far from over.