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Take a deep breath. Sigh softly as your eyes open and you stare around your room. Room. It’s empty of hope, love, feelings. It’s trapping you, pulling from your mind. Sit pale in your chair as you grasp the fact that you are in fact alone. That you’ll die alone if something doesn’t change. Feel the numbing of your body as you try to make something, anything in your mind change. Nothing. You’re heartless. You speak love and of emotion when, in fact, your dead to the world. You don’t even have feelings for yourself. Yes, frantically search your mind to prove my words wrong, to prove this bitter taste to be false. Nothing, still nothing. Blank page after page in your book. No warm feelings, no fluttering of the heart. Nothing, at all. You’re more dead than a corpse. And still, still you claim love, to feel. How you lie through gritted teeth. Like nails on a chalk board you slice through every day, deafening with your words. You feel your lungs struggle in your chest, you feel how they screech to make a breath. Your body collapsing. Change, change, change. Reach your skeletal hand out for help, begging. Close your eyes tight when you realize that no one is there to help at your end. The blood in your body slowly freezes and now, now you can feel the pain. Your body even leaves you now. Fall to your floor and stare blindly at your ceiling, taking in that you’re ending to life is exactly how you lived life- empty, alone, bitter, and harsh. Your chest caves in and you can’t even scream. You gasp in pain as the last of your living seconds will be spent on the thoughts of not loving, giving, being there and even now you can’t accept it. The last sound you’ll hear is my soft applaud. Congratulations, you’re now exactly how you lived.
 Doctor Yes · Sun Dec 13, 2009 @ 01:20am · 0 Comments |
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