Experiences

When the wind rolled through the house I was covered by the walls of my room. The deepness of the sadness and the puddle in my mind were ringing. I have no life for those I love, I only have my demons. I have no truth, only swallowing holes that broke my beliefs. I said I would break away but the tide pulls me closer. And to feel at all, to feel anything, would break my frozen fingers. My breath, my pulse, my every twitching, I wanted it to be for you but it is for me. I am stuck in my own mind, I am blind, I cannot see.

All the days seem so pointless. The sorrow seems so deep. The stitchings to your mind become undone and the darkness begins to seep inside a hole that cracked your skin. It all seems so stupid when you say it out loud, no one ever actually feels that sad, do they? And no one gets why you shut yourself away, they just blame you for not caring. But you care so much, and you don't know how to make them understand you really do care about them, your just so sad you can't physically become sad for other people. You can't give more of yourself away. So you let yourself decay away from the happy people in the room over. You can't infect them with your sadness and guilt of it.