I'll tell you my story. About my never ending journey of agony and pain. Once there was a happy little boy, but then he grew up, and started looking at life differently. That happy little boy was me.
A year ago. Life was bright and clear in my eyes. Everything sounded peaceful and clear in my ears. Soft laughters from people, I hear. Looking at everything, I felt so alive. Then someone came and added colors. It wasn't just bright anymore, I could see different kind of colors. Blinded by the colors that I saw. I spent every bit of my time staring at those beautiful colors. But then, she suddely left. She left me, took away the colors that she brought with her, and also took away the light of my life.
And now I'm lost. Broken. Devoured by darkness. I couldn't see the light anymore. I couldn't see the colors. It became black and gray. Murmurs I start to hear. Wonderful colors in my eyes just disappeared. I lost it. I lost my happiness. Pain and Misery are now the only thing that I now know. Fake smiles and hidden tears, I show. Smiling at everyone that passes by, I just don't understand why, they look at me with pity. Sad sentiments and resentful thoughts in my heart. Feeling stabbed by many daggers, I became numb. Words became meaningless, so I just kept my mouth shut. No one can understand anyway, no one can even hear it.
I couldn't see the light, no longer hear the soft laughters, can't feel the happiness at all, and can't speak. She took it all away, and now I'm left.
I'm left with nothing for myself.
