There are some things you will never see from looking on the outside of a person.
You will never see the hurt,
the pain.
And where pain lies,
there is always a fear.
Where there is fear,
There is a darkness.
There is a steep incline of hope,
Failing hope.
It slips through the cracks,
Unable to grasp anything,
except reality.
The realization occurs,
Cutting like a sharp, steady knife.
The knife that could've hurt,
But it only hurt physically.
It numbed the emotions.
No reality to grasp,
Only the feeling of letting go.
