It all strikes at once,
All the horribleness of life comes at you at once.
It feels like an onslaught of pain and humiliation,
Lacerating your body,
and leaving a permanent, gaping wound.
You can't help but ask yourself,
When does it end?
Or even worse,
Will it end?
Life just feels like a spiral staircase only leading downwards.
And every few steps you lose your balance,
and fall down even further.
It leads to a place unbeknownst to man,
as all who enter,
can never find a way back.
Everyone says,
It will get better,
just wait.
But they are all liars,
or in denial,
of the spiral staircase taking us all into the big black nowhere.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC
It all strikes at once,
All the horribleness of life comes at you at once.
It feels like an onslaught of pain and humiliation,
Lacerating your body,
and leaving a permanent, gaping wound.
You can't help but ask yourself,
When does it end?
Or even worse,
Will it end?
Life just feels like a spiral staircase only leading downwards.
And every few steps you lose your balance,
and fall down even further.
It leads to a place unbeknownst to man,
as all who enter,
can never find a way back.
Everyone says,
It will get better,
just wait.
But they are all liars,
or in denial,
of the spiral staircase taking us all into the big black nowhere.
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