"How do you convey a pain so deep, that it is seemingly unreachable? What words do you use to tell of the things that slowly bent, and finally broke you? An unquenchable scream lodged in your throat as you watch the world collapse around you, forcing you to you knees, making you question every truth that you've ever believed? How do you answer a wordless question? Most of all, how do you escape the greatest monster known to man, which is himself? Battles are won and lost - but a war is never truly forgiven unless you change and compromise the very values which began that same war. What comes from having nothing when everything is just out of reach? It's no good to bend if you don't plan to break. A troubled heart is provoked by two things; the pain and trials of a friend or the inward battles of self. What good are tears, anyways? A buried secret haunts from its place in the graveyard filled with shades of grey - it becomes an unescapable shadow to your being and the person you are, and boldly claims terror to your future."
I wrote this 10-17-12 - rough time in my life.
