Just Another Diary

Falling.

I'm falling. I can't breathe. Why are the walls closing in on me? I'm screaming. Why isn't anyone listening to me?

I'm banging my fists on the walls of this cage of melancholy, my bruised knuckles bleeding and screaming at me to stop, yet I keep knocking them against the barrier that has trapped my heart and soul.

The sound of meteors crashing down and razing all that I know, all that I believe in to the ground, one brutal attack after another until everything I was familiar with collapsed.

A hundred of drops of blood, a thousand drops of anguish and a million drops of despair paint the sky in hues of scarlett and coal. Stars of sorrow scatter the universe, twinkling bright with grief.

Pain and dejection captured beautifully in this infinite cosmo is all that remains of me, as I begin to break away, piece by piece from my very own soul as it withers, crestfallen and woeful blending into the dark, bloodshot sky.