One Person, One Hell

I was nothing and still am nothing, my mind is only used for the purpose of survival and nothing more.

My heart beats with struggled efforts, it beats almost to slow to survive, and my breathing is just as bad if not worse.

I am nothing but a shell of real humanity, of true life. My condition is uncureable and no drug no matter how strong could bring out of this self-induced living Hell.

Just watching other people enjoy their ignorantly blissful existence makes my being and very life harder and harder to live.

At times within my heart pain wells up in my body until that's all I feel. I brings me to my knees where I let out a scream of torture and agony. No one can hear this scream, no one bothers!

They stare and gawk at me, at my pain. Their laughs are my cuts of unbearable pain. The shadow of death is the only thing in my company.

I am in all sense of the word ALONE. I live in an abyss of regrets and mistakes, what I could have been, or how I could have lived.

I feel like one of few people who know the truth about love; love is only another word and way for pain. I live simply because I have to not because I want to.

If I didn't feel like this, my fate might be different. But I know I was fated to be in pain and misery.

I ask not for a critic on how I really feel or for someone to pass this by as bull shit, but an ear to hear my feelings. I don't care if you think i'm crazy or you dont believe, i just need someone to hear my murmurmed pleads... before it's too late.
-If this Hell ever ends, this story will end too.

by MrNobody
posted on 04/06/2007