Life is like a wall. Hard. Rough. Cold. Emotionless. Unfeeling
They say life is not fair. I say life is dark. Like the blackness of the night. The color of nothing.
They say life is rough. Like the sand on a lonely beach. Like the rock in the bottomless sea.
I tried sliding my palm against the wall. Again and again. Scratches. Blood. But no pain.
I tired hammering the wall with my fist. Again and Again. Bruise. Blood. But no pain.
Is there realli no pain? Or is it that i can't feel the pain?
I can't feel. Like a song, my heart sings sorrowfully. Like a widow, my heart weeps.
Like a well, the sadness sank deep. Like a river, my tears flow.
My brain tells me to stop hurting myself. Yet, my heart tells me to carry on.
Stopping my physical hurtings. Only to feel the pain in my heart.
I tried to listen to my brain. Yet, I'm masked by the echos of my heart.
Echos. My heart died. Leaving only echos.
I revive my heart on hope. Yet, how much hope do i have to give?
I revive my heart on hope. Yet, how much pain can hope support?
I'm tired. I'm scared. The future seems bleak.
I'm frightened.
