A Living Death

Imagine your life for a second. Imagine it slowly falling apart… shattering piece by piece. Imagine one string of your heart being cut one by one… each string, a piece of sanity. Imagine the phrase “losing your mind” as a mere understatement of how much sanity you crave and have lost… Imagine a new scar on your body appearing each time your heart breaks. Every part of you shatters like glass, except no one is there to pick up the pieces. Your life consists of constant chronic craze! Crying and screaming, crying and screaming, crying and screaming! But no one is around to hear you! You’re conceiving tears and craving cuts while your mind is consumed of more crazy, more coldness, more caustic clouds containing compulsions that cause you to crash because you cannot keep control! Crying and screaming, crying and screaming, crying and screaming silently… Because… in the end… no one is around to listen. No one there to save you from insanity… No one there to care that you’re dead.