Stranger

I couldn't see anything. The door is lock. The windows are shut. All I see is an empty black space hovering over me. I crotch down, searching for some solace within my own embrace but I never did. And I never had since long ago. 

I feel cold and empty. It's like my world is closing in. Tearing me apart. And all I could do is watch and cry, as my life was suck out of my grasp. Slowly and slowly until it fades away.

Now, I am looking to a stranger. A stranger with the same curves and lines just like mine once upon a time. With a cold brown eyes staring and taunting me.

I drop to my knees and cry... 

"I should've fought them. And maybe, I won't be a stranger to myself."