Walking down the wrong path leads to dark places.

I need not waste words on you. They would fall on apathetic ears, since they come from an apathetic mouth. I struggle to put these words down. Not out of pain from their meaning, but from a personal disdain. I have a  hatred burning inside me.

This hatred is at my own reflection. At who I am here and now. I fell down a hole and started leading a life I didn't want but can't escape. Where do I go to find peace? To find some semblance of happiness?
Where does the pain and fear stop, where can I be myself?

I miss who I was, I miss what I wanted from this life, I miss Matt Mead.

I miss.....


everyone I loved.

everything I dreamt of.

everything.


I miss me.