It’s a cold dark night. Feeling more alone and scared then ever. The uncontrollable urge to just break down and give in. I don’t know how many more days I can remain strong. I feel so weak. So numb. My heart ache heavily. Losing the fight against myself and my inner demons. Every spark of happiness that arise is just that. A spark that cant light up a flame. It’s gotten colder. Heavier. Deeper into the dark abyss that I can’t drift out. I need out. I need peace. I just want to be happy. I want that touch where I feel alive again. I don’t want to hurt anymore.
Awakened from a rest.
Snapping you into a reality that you don’t want to envision.
It takes your breath away and numbs you to your core.
The light that was seek was nothing more then a mere illusion. The path was destined. Follows the road into the endless days darkness. It is strong. Light cannot shine through. It was just all an illusion. An illusion that was not meant to exist. Accept the faith and finished the journey. It was chosen.