Fear, loneliness, sadness
This is a purely fictional story written with a reason however bears no resemblance to any person living or dead.
Fear, loneliness, sadness. They all dwell inside my body, swirling with the waves of hope. They all tear me down, break my soul and they never let me go back. Where am I? I look at the grey sky, but the tears roll down my eyes so I look towards the ground. My tear drops hit the soft soil, and get absorbed in; telling me that all my sadness, all my tears will get absorbed into the cold world like everybody else’s. Showing me that no one cares, the world is cruel, and humans are selfish. If someone is hurt then we say how we should be hurt worse. You’re not asking for pity, you’re not asking for it to go away, you’re simply asking for someone to listen and possibly help you feel better so you can help them when they are down. But it’s always the same. You help them, time after time again, but they never help you, instead they make you feel worse.
Please, if you don’t care, then don’t talk to me, why do you still talk to me when you no longer care? Why do you hurt me so? You walk the world thinking you are happy, smiling politely at those in front of you, but on the inside you cry and you begin to shatter like the broken mirror in your room. You look into the shattered mirror and see your shattered soul. Your hand lightly places to the cracks on it, as it slides across the imperfectness. You smile as you watch the blood run down your hand, then the tears come out. You slide your hand across it then look at your hideous hand, it disgust you with the way it looks. The flesh peeling up exposing the muscle below, the blood that runs down your palm. Funny, your hideous hand reminds you of yourself. The ugliness you have, the hatred in your eyes, the sadness in your heart. You hold yourself tightly, cradled in your own cold arms, as you try to convince yourself of things that are untrue, you silently whisper “I am pretty, I am beautiful, they just can’t see it yet,” but you can’t fool anyone. They stare at you, they laugh at you, why are they so cruel? Why must they hurt me so much?
Then a hand reaches towards you as your crouching in the corner crying to yourself, “Its okay, your fine just the way you are.” Their warm voice begins to light up the world, the sadness is now gone and so is the loneliness. You talk and you talk your heart out, for once amidst the loneliness you are not lone and then love comes out. You express they express, love and lovely words exchanged, I love you, need you & I want you said and alls so beautiful, for you just got a hope in life "AAIS", the dark alleys in the saddest of moments you start to develop hope, you see a ray of sunshine amongst the cold dreaded darkness, you are happy and then it disconnects, you follow you chase, you call, you message not to get a response, your whims are gone, they just came and went. Your old friends chase only to be blocked !!!!!! When they chase for you you get that's not right "Yeh sahi nhi hai" ...did they go? Then you look out a window and see the two black crows flying away, the sadness is gone and so is the loneliness. You let this person get close, and you begin to become attached. Then the day comes, they leave you. Just like all the rest, they’re no different, you realize that now. You became a nuisance, now you break them off completely. God knows what upsetted them for they never replied, you begged to know your fault, yet failed to seek a reply, you wept, you cried, you hurt yourself, Do you even have a heart? So much time has passed now it is unlikely, you are so ugly, you’re disgusting.
You are just a sad excuse for a life, why do you still exist? It longer matters anymore, your just living to live, it’s too late because you have lost your motivation, your pride, your dignity, when will I find it again? You walk to a perfect mirror and look in the mirror, it is you, and it is I. we are one in the same, we are beautiful and yet our souls are ugly. We are scared yet our skin is still has no marks. We are one and we are the same. We shall no longer let people into our happiness, we will cherish every moment of it when we get it, and the two crows will come to visit often until we disappear and reappear in a sealed chamber letting us rest peacefully, and all alone. Under the mother earth, under the roots and grass, and under the stone on top of us marked “R.I.P.”