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I've just about had it with this life. I feel as though my soul has whithered. My body is slowly becoming an empty shell. Yet I still hold fear, pain, and hate in my heart. I will continue on. I will live.
Time travels on and beats the lessons of life into my head. I remember, I remember it all... Every stab, slap, and cold word... I remember. My memory is a painful burden, it remembers good and bad.
But the bad are so much more overpowering than the good. The bad eat into my dreams turning them to nightmares. They are my darkness. The bad envelope me in their dark wings, I drink the tears and feed off the sorrow again and again. They are my bread and water... for I have no other.
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"I feel like cursing to high hell and back, not because of you but the things tormenting my life"
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