Instead There’s Only Silence; Can’t You Hear My Screams?

I‘m want to come back. I keep trying to sleep the pain away. Yet the moment I wake up, I feel hands wrenching at my heart.

Blood tears.. by *DeEtta on deviantART

I had thought this melancholic episode would be over after crying myself to sleep last night. The heavy rain masked the sound of my sobs, while I thought about the dead and the alive whom I held dear. I hugged the bolster, but it felt so cold. I wanted to be dead. I’m just a broken object that no one wants.

I didn’t want a repeat of what I went through; that much I know will happen in the future again. Whatever I had gone through in the past, I lived on with hope and knew that I had people who would catch me when I fall. Now, hope is just smoke that I desperately catch with my hands. The people who surround me, whom I call friends… I really don’t know what to say.

Logen L.