Nothing more than a broken soul, standing amid the shattered remains of a shunned existence and a forlorn world. I stand half-heartedly, surrounded by enemies and shadows of a haunting past. I've nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I fear soon I just might die inside. So little feeling, so few intact pieces of my heart left to be destroyed by those who find pleasure in my pain. So called friends and family merely twist and drive the knife deeper into me. Ashes fall from every part of the sky, now black and grey, distorted by the lies and wicked thoughts of old...
Blood and tears mix as they run from longing eyes and razor cuts, falling to the ground and seeping into the forsaken soil. There is no restoration, no help or salvation for me or my broken body, mind and spirit. I am lost to the eyes of the pure hearted and righteous, unseen by the higher beings of a greater plain. I am a shadow, lost to light. Unable to love or be loved, all that is left for me is suffering, doomed to be alone for all time."I would speak, but my voice has been stolen. I would cry, but my tears have been taken. Thus I write..."
and this...is how I feel.
*this is for all of you who don't know what pain, suffering and depression are...a glimpse into the mind of one forsaken by fortune.*
