Friday, February 24, 2017

Hurt

It stays at the back of my mind always, this hurt. This pain in my chest. This hollow pain. It feels like as if a sword penetrated my chest and my heart got sliced. This pain is a kind of pain that I cannot find a way to describe. It is a pain that increases in intensity with each breath I take. It is not physical pain, but rather than an emotional pain that I can't seem to brush off.

Lately life feels dark and gloomy. No matter how much I try to convince myself of otherwise, it always feel dark and gloomy again. I used to be able to see the light in almost everything, but somehow, just somehow, lately, I am unable to feel any warmth and see any light in anything. It's like living in a game of charade, and I am constantly having to pretend to be something that I am not. It feels as though I am sucked into a black hole and there is no way out.

I am in a maze and I cannot find the way out. I turn right, I turn left, but still no way out. Still no way out. So, where am I? I am here, beneath this rubble. It feels like a huge building is atop me and I can't escape. The load feels heavy. I feel trapped. Trapped, and alone. Cold and unhappy. I can no longer cry out for help. Even if I could muster enough strength to cry out for help, my voice wouldn't be able to penetrate through the rubble.

I am a living wreck at the moment. I feel so in pain, and right now, I have these terrible thoughts. I don't feel like getting out of bed. I don't feel like eating. I don't feel like interacting with anyone. I don't feel like studying. I don't feel like being here. I just want to be in bed. I just want to stay in the dark. I just want to cry and not stop crying. I just want this hurt to stop. I just want to get away from here. I just want a break from this pain. My heart beats in pain every day. I want to be away from here. To get my mind straighten out. For you see, I am completely out of my mind right now.

This must stop. I must stop. Goodbye.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Failure.

If anyone were to notice anything about me, I am simply someone who blurts out unnecessary things quite often. There isn't anything plausible about me, unless if you count all the misconduct of events, all the curse words, all the ridiculousness -- then probably I am plausible.

It's 2017. February is ending. Time is ticking. And I am not moving.
I am not moving at all. If one were to ask whether I am okay or not now, then honestly speaking, I am not. But then why do I even bother admitting that when in actuality it is merely my own fault? To be honest, I see no point in typing this out anyway; It's just a habit that I can't shake off -- maybe just not yet.

I am afraid of many things lately, and being forgotten is one of them. This fear is irrational, I know, but I can't shake it off. It's stuck. But then again, I can't seem to feel anything. I am still the same ol' me.

Deep inside it creeps.
It drags.
It screams.
It yells.
It blinds.
Deep inside it clutches.

Emptiness.