Lost. That’s how I feel right now. It’s a strange feeling, one that cannot be put into words correctly. I mean, I could, but I would fail. I’ve been wandering through life like a child, not aware of my repercussions, but completely aware at the same time. My head is throbbing; knives searing my brain, jabbing with each minute that passes. The mirror reflects a face, but a face that is not my own. It is tired, lifeless, an empty shell. I guess that’s what I have become. This maze of darkness I stumble around haunts me and I wonder when oblivion will finally capture me.