Bleak within
Speak… Say what? The world is at war, I close my eyes to avoid seeing this chaos, But the darkness in me is even more chaotic. At this point, I would have preferred to be blind because every day I see is an ultimate evil. I hear their arguments, and it kills me to know how they talk about me. They only talk about my repeated falls but choose to ignore the burden they put on my back. Talk... To whom? God? May His name be blessed, but He knows everything. I can’t surprise someone who is already aware of the truth, I can’t beg someone who pretends not to see me. Maybe He’s just teaching me what life is, but at this point, I’m telling myself that this life He gave me is not worth it. He is polyglot, I spoke to Him with my tears and I was put on DND. Grateful for everything you’ve done, Father, but You have to let me fall asleep forever one of these nights. Talk... About what? Feelings? No. Emotions? I’m angry and it kills me. All this heat I’m trying to contain. Like a sleeping volca...