It's not a fairy tale or a fiction, it's my life!
One's it was just a small fraction of it, now it consumes
all.
One's there was hope, now there is only despair.
I write this words and I think of all the pain hidden in
them.
One's it was just a fraction now it consumes all.
I think of an answer but it's just not there, I ask for a
comfort but no body is there.
I am surrounded with joy yet I cannot have it, the walls are
to grate.
They shield me from the sorrow but also from joy, I fill so
strangled by them but so helpless without.  
I want it to end but the price is a dire one.
So how will it end then? How?