You know that moment when you become tired? Not just physically but soul tired. That tiredness that cuddles into your bones and nothing could fix it, not even sleep. You know the kind of tired that makes you wish for nothing but death. Yeah, I was that tired now.
It's been six fucking months, six fucking months of trying to find a way out of here. But there was no way out and even if we do make it out there was nothing but endless snow on the other end. So even if we did make it out of this fortress all we would see is miles of white all through, along with silence and the cold. It would be as if the world didn't know the meaning of warmth.
But sometimes, I wish that I could get of this place. I would trade anything just to be out there because deep down I think even the snow is better than this cell. At least out there, the death would be quicker and I would be able to get a moment of reprieve.
