Untold Sorrows

Me, myself and die

My words lose all sense of meaning, once the dark souls move in to take over my understanding of life. Slowly, coming down the stairs, not giving second thoughts about what's about to trigger my life's journey into another day if hell.

Entering through the door, walking into the dark room, my legs shaking and trembling with fear, losing all strength in my legs and arms. Trying to gather myself up, everyone gives you stares, which let loose dark torments, constantly repeating hurtful, unforgettable phrases make me want to die inside. Melting inside, descending into a dark grave, being buried by my own thoughts.

Finally, I know my own story. Being told by my soul to not give two shits about what goes on in other people lives, but remind myself to worry about what hurts me and my self explanatory soul.