• Sorrow fills this wound that can’t be healed; it blocks the love and affection so that’s something I can’t feel. The pain and anger stirring about kills me inside and it makes me want to shout. I can take it no longer and I just want to die, it’s too much to handle and I can’t help but cry. Its intoxicating presence won’t leave me alone and I just want to run away and never come home.

    I’ve searched up and down and all around but I can’t find an answer for what brings me down. I can only search harder just to find a dead end so there’s no point in trying, no reason to defend. I just watch while these demons tear me apart and people try to help but it’s like fixing a broken heart. I just shun them from my existence to protect myself from something, I don’t know what it is nor do I know why it wants me. It pulls me away from my family and friends; it tore a hole in my heart that can’t be fixed to the end. It feeds off of my sadness, my pain and my anger, it can’t get enough and it wants to stay forever.

    I tell myself that I don’t need a thing, but I’m yearning for help and it doesn’t work to scream. No one can hear me in this place of endless terror, I cannot be fixed; I’m just too full of errors. I’ve been drowning in darkness, choking on fear; my soul will be restless when my end is near. Holy water, salt, iron, or metal; nothing will work, I’m just like a messed up riddle.

    If I’m lying on my deathbed and there’s no chance I can recover, I’ll know my time has come and I’ll leave this world forever. Don’t cry for me nor should you be sad, I’ll be in a better place where I will never get mad. My wound will be gone and so will my sorrow, I’ll be starting a new life with new friends and a new father.