The calming words of sympathy is merely infantanizing, it is not helpful nor condolencing. But to show effort is a commence of ecocentrism. It may not aid a individual in turnoiling events but will help them to see a different causeway out of their troubles.

  Those who are shown no sympathy lie still in society as their mindset changes from hope to feelings of defeate, there lives shattering before them with no crying shoulder to push them in the right direction.

Their hearts grow stone  cold as everything they know is deprived from the clutches of their  weakened hands. The only source of help being their own broken willfulness. Their scrawny bodies traveling along the rich filth walking by.

  No hope left to survive on. They walk along in a depressive state, waiting and wishing things were ameliorate.

  A single touch of the shoulder would have been enough to conserve a despite soul lost in the depts of debt.

To lie down and forget it all is nothing but a distant dream, thought the comfort of my bed is a soft presence I cannot bare to watch it all pass before my eyes.
  
  To live is to move and embrace your existence weather you are to be unfortunate or triumphant. We all serve a purpose, a purpose that allows us all to live differently.

  But humankind is not so friendly to those with nothing for they are shamed upon and forgotten, to be nothing more than a piece of scrap on the sides of the Terrace, While the fortunate are treated as gods that had been ascended from the  heavens.

  Tho it wasn't met to be this way that's how it has become. To trust mankind had failed creating classim amongst us all.

  In the mix of all the disgracefulness, there are few who choose to be benevolent. Casting a light of hope on the few misfortune souls they choose to aid.

Those that cherish all life will prosper.

I try to silence the voices in my mind, a way of keeping a grasp on my insanity, the voice is not another's by my own.

   It fights it's way through my skull attempting to corrupt myself. It leaves scratches behind scaring my mentation. Causing me to believe the lies of my own.

   Self- reproach.....a disease I can't help but hold onto, the constant blaming myself for the unfortunate that troubles me.

   A black, smokey  fog casted over my brain blurring the reality of the situation. Leaving me vulnerable to myself as I  inhale the debris of false self- consciousness.

   My hands tremble, and my anxiety jumps to conclusions as my mind races to trouble me with a sense of unwanted emotions.

   Emotions I'm forced to listen and respond to, urging me to panic and loss a sense of reality, forgetting everything and everyone around me. Leaving me to only focus on what I believe to be my mistakes.

  Surrending myself to the thoughts leaving myself wrecked and lost.

   Therefore I keep an empty mind, adapting myself to ignore the unwanted presents of my own voice. Prohibiting my mind to think in order to survive against myself.

To Love one with a broken mind is not complicated if your willing to hold on to the bond you both cherish.

     But for both to be broken minded , the shattered pieces fit together as one,  creating a whole mind. Depending on one another to survive, as a infant builds up on its mother. A life time bond that contains the insanity within the contaminated thought process.

    To be separated, would be to pull the to minds apart leaving them to survive on their own in agony, left to die alone.

   And to let them live together forever, brings two corrupted souls comfort for a lifetime, forever with each other, forever unbroken as long as they have one another to depend on.

   Allowing two broken minds the opportunity to heal and maintain the proper mindset in order to survive in the hasty world of ours.

The puzzle I have waited years to complete finally is slowly piecing itself together. Day by day the pieces combined as my life finally finds it's merit.

     For many years the puzzle sat scattered across the table of my future, waiting for the hands of prophecy to align the pieces together to make a whole, to give the puzzle a meaning of life.

    The life of the pieces that they had yearned for to be placed together to create an image that would finally represent something good, something propitious.  

    I wait in quiet patience as the puzzle of my life assembles itself, piece by piece. The fragments of my past lie heavy and dim, cloaked in shades of gray each one a symbol of the burdens I once bore and the paths I strayed from.

     My present is a mosaic in transition, where muted tones begin to blend with the gentle bloom of color signs of healing, growth, and change. And when the final piece settles into plac.

    My future reveals itself in radiant hues, a vivid testament to resilience, renewal, and the promise of a life reborn.

Life revolves around change, the change of the heart and mind. The choices you make decides your fate .

   Choose wisely and your life could be as calm as a clear, calm ocean. Choose wrongfully and face the storm, waves thrashing and throwing you around endlessly.

   The life I encourage you to avoid.....avoid the frantic waves of dysfunction.
  
   The life I earn for is the healing of my mind and his, for we are both broken, but the pieces have shattered together, mixed like a unsolved puzzle unwilling to be put back together without one another.

  Alas my mind has started to heal, the life I had always dreamed of reaching is slowly creeping it's way to me. I reach out as it slowly approaches hoping to quicken the process , but time is just as important as healing.

So I'll wait patiently.....

Everyday I wear a mask over my face. A mask of false happiness and hopefulness. While underneath a permanent frown is craved upon my face. My heart and body both heavy by the amount of stress I am forced to carry.

         Each Stress weighing a ton.

          why can't I just sit it down and leave it? Leave it all behind....

           just leave it.....

         But I can't, I believe it is because my heart still carries a burden, a burden it's Afraid to let go of. The burden of living. Though living is not meant to be a burden, it feels as if it is. Day to day carrying my stress upon my shoulder.

       Carrying it from place to place allowing it to whisper it's nonsense in my ear corrupting my thoughts. Corrupting my mindset on life.

      Why keep it ?.....

     Maybe I am unable to let go, the stress wielded to my mind stuck for the remainder of my life permanently. Forced to live with a broken mind and soul. My mind allowing me to think I am not loved nor cherished by life itself.

     Why am I not loved?....... Am I not allowed to be loved ? What have I done to deserve this abandoned feeling I carry?

       My mind is lost in a void of miss led thoughts and corruptions.

     Will my mind ever be able to clear itself?....

      How?

      How could I relieve my mind of the endless stress that remains asleep on my shoulder?

     It only wakes long enough to disturb my thoughts creating and unclear mindset yet again.