=How It Felt=

I can remember how it felt. To want to die cause you cry everyday. You can’t eat, sleep, want, or love because the tears just wont stop.
I hope anyone that has come in and out of my life never knows that pain.
The pain when the tears fall like rain.
Inside it’s growing preparing to take complete hold of what used to be a life.
The sorrow just multiplies with blackness so deep not even the ocean floor is a reasonable comparison.
It’s more similar the black, like the black of night which has no beginning or end.
No middle, just nothingness.
Purity in it’s satanic and evil form. Purity of pain & heart ache

And as time goes on it waits for no one.
Not all the love and care in the world can stop the force from taking hold of it’s victims.
The most excruciating element is how the beholder of such pain knows exactly where the pain leads.
Exactly why it’s hurting and tearing them up inside.
But to deal with the pain isn’t possibly as simple as taking everything away.

No life…no pain. No life…no tears or fears or hates or loves.

So as the story continues to deal with this pain, the beholder takes their life in vain.
And know one lives to remember their name as though society had claimed insane.
To take their own life…can you imagine the pain.
The inner desire, the hurt and the shame, that never stops.
Not for one minute.
To get out the only way they saw was down.
And death.
The ultimate solution to the ultimate problem.
No problem…No life or pain.
No more pouring rain ever again.

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