WHEN I WAS PRETENDING TO BE OK, WHAT WOKE ME UP IN THE SILENCE OF THE DEADLY NIGHT?WITH THE WET PILLOW AND EYEFUL OF PAIN. I FOUND ME MOVING TO MY WOODEN DESK. EVEN THOUGH MY MIND WAS EMPTY AND HAVE NO ENERGY TO GAIN. IN THE TENSION OF WERE MY FUTURE GONNA HOLD? AND NO OPTION OF GOING BACK. I REALISED, I’M NOW ONE THE SHE OR HE BLIND STAR SEARCHING FOR LIFE. GENERATION BY GENERATION OUR HEART IS GETTING WEAKER. EVEN THOUGH EVERY SINGLE DAY WE THINK OF BEING FREE.
_WERE MY FUTURE GONNA HOLD?_
