Embraced in a hug he asks, “are you okay?”
“Am I ever truly okay?” She says while holding back the same tears she has been consumed with for eternity.
Happy memories become faded behind a door of shame and self wallowing.
Itching to defeat the dark monster, but consumed with the thoughts of ending all the pain.
The idea that the burdens would be lifted, makes the idea seem so much nicer than constantly having to face a battle.
It’s not the literalness of wanting to die.
It’s wanting the suffering to end.
My mind is screaming.
Yet, here I am.
Just sitting in silence.
“Sometimes the quiet is violent”
But don’t you worry about me.
I’m not giving in.