My Story

I have nothing left, not an ounce of inspiration, no passion since this occured. I feel torn, my heart ripped apart, my soul in too many pieces to count. A different part of my mind and soul belong to each of them, and each seem to be rejected just the same. My heart is tired, my soul rejecting my broken body. I want to cry, but I know that doing so will not solve anything, not fix any problems. I seem to not be able tro cry anymore, my emotions dried up, the well of tears inside me gone dry. I am unmoving, like a rock in the sea, still, with the salty water casting upon me, wearing me down until I am no more.