When tears start flowing freely you know that you can only count on yourself.
The faithful irony of the world.
it's slowly destroying my soul.
killing it with it's anger.
thrashing and smashing my hopes and my dreams.
i keep trying to surface from it's deadly grasp but it only holds me tighter and tighter until it squeezes the life out of me.
i know how to stop it from killing me.
but i don't want to give up.
i don't want to give up my hopes and dreams but i know i must keep surviving.
so i just let go.
a wave of relief washes over me.
then a cloud of darkness approaches and bathes me in death.
it has won.
as i knew it would.
it always does.
