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There is a hole in my world.. A pierced, gazing woods that drips rot... I see no hope... but dead and bleeding in my arms... I see Truth bludgeoned to death at my feet by Betrayal. I see reality slowly tearing the flesh from her face... and glare at me in shrieking horror as i stand to lose everything that made me to the person i am today. I stand alone... amidst a fog bank... racing the same circle, losing my anchor, flying unguided. My Sadness comfort me... but she heals like a poison. The only cure to heal a pain is an even greater pain.. so I let Depression tear away at me. Emotion lies sickly in bed.. she grasps my hands firmly, begging me to stay but i lack the fortitude to do so whilst staring at faded photographs of all the love I lost and squandered unto people who did not deserve it. A lake stretches before me to me it feels like an untamed ocean.. Once gentle streams flowed here.. now only coursing waves and sludge remain... I feel drowned. I feel alone. I feel... unloved.... Cold... Emotionally torn to shreds...... again.... I keep picking up pieces of me.. my Truth, my Love, my Hope... only to watch them die again... While i play my sadistic game further one.. This aching need to find a person who can still the itch inside me. I feel like an abandoned child desperately searching for his parents in a long dead world.. where only a skeleton remains of what once was.. They say love doesn’t **** you... But it sure feels a lot worse than it sounds... I wonder how long i can keep this up... Can i watch everything rise and fall again like a castle of sand? Will there be enough to rebuild again? At this moment in time... All I can do.... Is cry myself to sleep.... And sinking further away into a silent ocean that suffocates my feelings So that i hurt the most.. Love sickness does not **** you.... But it sure feels a lot worse than it sounds...
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Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
Devastation
There is a hole in my world.. A pierced, gazing woods that drips rot... I see no hope... but dead and bleeding in my arms... I see Truth bludgeoned to death at my feet by Betrayal. I see reality slowly tearing the flesh from her face... and glare at me in shrieking horror as i stand to lose everything that made me to the person i am today. I stand alone... amidst a fog bank... racing the same circle, losing my anchor, flying unguided. My Sadness comfort me... but she heals like a poison. The only cure to heal a pain is an even greater pain.. so I let Depression tear away at me. Emotion lies sickly in bed.. she grasps my hands firmly, begging me to stay but i lack the fortitude to do so whilst staring at faded photographs of all the love I lost and squandered unto people who did not deserve it. A lake stretches before me to me it feels like an untamed ocean.. Once gentle streams flowed here.. now only coursing waves and sludge remain... I feel drowned. I feel alone. I feel... unloved.... Cold... Emotionally torn to shreds...... again.... I keep picking up pieces of me.. my Truth, my Love, my Hope... only to watch them die again... While i play my sadistic game further one.. This aching need to find a person who can still the itch inside me. I feel like an abandoned child desperately searching for his parents in a long dead world.. where only a skeleton remains of what once was.. They say love doesn’t **** you... But it sure feels a lot worse than it sounds... I wonder how long i can keep this up... Can i watch everything rise and fall again like a castle of sand? Will there be enough to rebuild again? At this moment in time... All I can do.... Is cry myself to sleep.... And sinking further away into a silent ocean that suffocates my feelings So that i hurt the most.. Love sickness does not **** you.... But it sure feels a lot worse than it sounds...
After so many failed relationships that ended by things out of my reach.. i have reached a point in my life where everything i feel makes me sad.. I need to fight back tears constantly.. I feel like going into a coma and not coming back...
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Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
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