Being lonely is the worst thing in the world. I spent years locked away dreaming of freedom and
when I could dream no more, I just stopped sleeping. And when freedom was at last granted to me I came home to a world that had forgotten me and now I find myself playing a game of catch up, and losing badly.
I use to sit in that hell I called home for all those years and wonder how can people keep coming back here? And now I am free, and know the answer ...... this world is cold to people like me! The funny thing is I am one of the lucky ones. I have family and friends to help me and to show me the way in this strange world, but not all people like me do, its those people I feel for the most. I have many friends in that place of cold steel and loneliness, friends I hope to never see again!