This sorrow. allows itself to consume my soul. paralyzing. no end in sight. stabbing. from nowhere it pounces--every ounce of my being and drags my heart to the pit of Hell. causing a loss of control. “Why?” I ask. the feeling of what was lost—I thought, maybe.. just maybe, I had crossed the bridge into a peaceful state of mind. But now I can’t feel a **** thing. the bridge was a painting of hopefulness in my mind. a painting that has now gone up in flames. scorched. Was it ever even there? have I been in this dream state the whole time? Excruciatingly fiction. how painful. Bitter. my heart must retain a sense of optimism. or crumble. Either way—I wish for a conclusion to happen soon.. I cannot let myself waste away in this state of indefinite. it carves wounds deeper than can be repaired. Soon.. please, dear God, soon.