I hate it here

I hate it here. It's cold and it's dark and it's lonely. I lie in the bed of my choices and I suffer with the repercussions of my actions. I hate it here. The pain burns on and on and on and it doesn't go away, it fills my every thought, every moment I spend waking..and the dreams...the dreams. I know this is a good thing. I know this has to be done. How could I not see the signs? How could I be so blind? It burns and burns and burns, and no one can help me, no one CAN be there for me, whether they want to or not. How can an illusion be developed to the point where it traps you in a cage that you found yourself before...and know you can endure..every moment, every step, every single movement you need to make to get yourself out of this place and space....to become bigger, better and stronger than you ever were. Why does it have to happen like this? Why does life dictate that you be tested...in the areas you love to dwell?

I am strong. I will become stronger. I will be better than even my imagination can conceive. But for now...I hate it here.