He stood in a pitch-black room alone.
Looking out the window at the sun.
Unable to feel the warmth on his skin or let the light in.
A cracked and worn mask upon his face.
A forced smile chiseled onto the broken plaster.
The colors faded to white.
Not even he knows his own face anymore.
He stood at the window looking out.
Ignored all but the light.
Kept the darkness behind him and out of sight.
Never letting on it was there.
But the more he ignored it the more it grew.
It crept onto the window and blurred the light.
In the end the mask was not for others.
But for him.
For he feared what was within.
It shattered on the floor with his realization.
That he was only fooling himself.
The sun flickered and faded.
He fell to the floor, jaded.
To find nothing but a hole waiting.
So, he fell.
Plummeting but accepting.
This is how it should be.
Hitting the bottom racks his body in pain.
Radiating to everywhere from nowhere.
He thanks it, the pain.
It is something he thought he had lost, feeling.
Laying at the bottom he hears hit falling.
The rain.
A downpour of emotion.
The water rushes over him
and he feels every tear he couldn’t cry.
Every time he forced a lie.
It is all there flowing over him, enveloping him.
The rain doesn’t stop.
The pit fills with emotion.
And he sinks to the bottom.
Where he feels he belongs.
Closing his eyes and lets it all in.
Because pain and sadness are better than nothing at all.