For if you stared into his eyes,
You felt you would
Fall.
Fall into the rolling oceans of pain he carried within
As he was tossed by waves of an alone that words could not describe.
For if you used the vividest colours imaginable,
Your portrait would never be
Real.
Real like the cracks that spread across his fractured heart
As the darkness seeped into every corner of his crumbling body.
For if you filled him with medication and false promises,
He might dare to
Hope.
Until he realised Hope was as fake as the rest of them
As his thoughts twisted him cruelly and he became unrecognisable.
For if you had stopped to listen,
You might have heard him
Scream.
Scream with a silence so loud it tore his very being apart
As his heart sighed and his soul drifted at last into an eternal calm where agony could not exist.
