I couldn't weep, because I forgot how. Since the day that my loved one left me, a part of my heart died within me. Still, no one understood. I didn't understand then either, for I was young. All I knew, was that I was empty, the flame within me flickering and dying. And they thought that I didn't understand what happened, but I did, better than them.
I couldn't bring myself to weep, to grieve, because then I would be weak, weak enough to allow the torrents of emotions to overwhelm me. I could not afford that, for if I collapsed, what would happen to the people around me? So, I bled inside, from a wound never healed.
A year passed. And another. And yet another. By then, most had forgotten. But I could not, would not. And then I thought, maybe I could weep, maybe I could grieve, maybe I could finally heal.
But it was in vain. I had forgotten how it was to be whole. For now my entire existence centered on the emotions that kept me strong in the face of tragedy. Hate. Anger. When one could not love, one could grieve, or they could hate, shielding themselves from the hurtful world. I had grown hard from the bitterness deep within, but yet none could perceive it. No one noticed me, for I had always proved to be able of taking care of myself.
And so, I suffer in silence, writhing in the grips of internal torment, a knife twisted deeply within me. I hear the voices of my inner demons mocking me, taunting me, feeding me with more hatred, more anger. And I find myself tumbling deeper into the darkness.
I loved the night, for in its silence, no one could see me bleed, no one to see my weakness. In the darkness, I could immerse myself in the comforting silence, mourning what I had lost. In the darkness, I didn't need to hide, either from myself or the cruel world around me.
I wanted to stop bleeding, to stop suffering. But I couldn't, wouldn't. If I were to stop, what would become of me? Would I wither away? Or would I finally heal? I didn't dare to try, for I was weak, a coward.
Or maybe I relished the pain. I tormented myself for I enjoyed the pain, for it wiped away the grief, the sorrow. I found a morbid solace in pain, finding possiblities where others see only despair.
You could call me a fool, a weakling, a coward. I wouldn't care. I was too far gone to care. I was too tired to care...
Curse me, hate me, wound me deep.
How I wish to fall asleep!
Break me, crush me, ruin my mind.
Listen to the whispers of a shattered mind.
Snarling, snapping, these demons of mine.
Push me, shun me, let me lie.
Broken and battered, living a lie.
Alone in the darkness, let me die.
Dig dig, dig my grave.
Under the sea, under the waves.
I have lost, all my faith.
Whip me, drive me, batter me down.
Little else will bring me down.
Come one come all, watch me drown.
Light and Darkness all in one,
An endless void, second to none.
Lost and alone, nothing to be done...
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