Debris fills my mind
A place where dark thoughts linger and light has not been in years.
My heart has rhythm but no song or choir that erupts from it.
My nights are hallowed and disturbed.
No stars, no lights, only a black forest with crevices of lingering shadows that dare not come to the surface.
Solitude is my most true friend; it has kept me going all these years. I love the darkness, the hours on end.
It is the only one who truly knows how I am at my core.
Happiness has been lost and I no longer wish to discover it again.
It caused too much pain.
I vaguely remember the feeling of passion for life, to live.
It’s better to exist without hope.
For I lose nothing in the end, only time and darkness.
Life is an empty playground; haunted with memories of fun and childhood laughter, but is no more.
Death is inviting and sweet; an end to the misery I have endured. Death, hurry to me my love.