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Broken

The room is dark and empty as I lay with my mind racing with thoughts that I can’t control or even attempt to contain to the point I feel my heart filled with fear. My eyes swell with tears of utter frustration and deep regret as the tears burns while cutting in to my cheek escaping to my soaked pillow. The pressure seems to only increase with every shallow breath that I take. I feel as if the pain has put its hands around my body and began to squeeze and refuse to let go the more I cry out the tighter you squeeze. I’m trapped in this dark tunnel with tons of sorrow and emptiness all alone while the life is being sucked from me with every breath I take. I clinch on to anything right before I black out from the intense battle I soon lose to something much bigger than me. Defeated and beat up and sobbing uncontrollably I gasp for air crawling to the spot of light in the pitch black well of misery. With every bit of me I pull my lifeless body filled with nothing more but pain and bitterness with shooting thoughts of all my past bad choices stabbing me continuously so I just lay there hoping it will dissolve although it only intensifies with opaqueness of the open space. Why do I feel like I’m fighting a battle that I Destin to lose No matter how much I cry. How does your mind turn on you and your not even sure why. Why take what little sunshine I have left and replace it with despair and leave me with the only emotions that will break anyone you leave me no other escape. I began to brake then I soon shatter in to nothing sweating and shaking No voice to scream, moan or whisper. My eye filled with emptiness, my heart filled with flames with to the point of combustion, leaving a scorched massive hole in my chest. I’m officially empty and I have nothing left to take of give I’m broken beyond any repair how did my mind ever drift off and take me there.

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Date: 4/18/2016 11:57:00 PM
Epic read, Cuayani....Linda
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