People say life can be oh so bittersweet, no worries, no heart break, and not even the pain of death to a dear loved one.
For I have not felt the delights of that so-called "bittersweet life" that they all so cherish and embrace like a new born child.
I wake up and see nothing but the dark shadows of the devils minions that always seem to taunt me in every waking moment of my life, like a curse that can never be broken.
I breathe in every rotten stench of hate, vengeance and suffering that every person has exhaled from their human bodies and take in all the fear they have not faced and faces them on my own like a nightmare that seems endless just like a maze with no exit.
I fall into a deep coma where my demons and worst fears come and take me away from the world and torture me till I wake,and when I do, they seem to stay even when not wanted.
I wake up to see my tears running down my pale cheeks, my mouth dry, lips cracked and bleeding, and my body aching, aching for a way out of this hell I have gotten myself in. It's as though my soul was handed to the devil by God, a sudden change of hope and change of heart.
I wake up and see my face has aged, wrinkles from the years I've smiled, to the deep holes under my eyes from the weeks I've not slept, and from the days I've cried non-stop.
I wake up and cry to the heavens I once prayed to, and yell to the cold ground of where I hoped to never see. I get up from my bed, look into the shattered mirror I once called "friend" and smiled, knowing it will always show me the truth.
I lay in my bed, waiting for a sign, a voice, and a chance of survival from these dark shadows that hold me hostage in a depressing state of mind that has no cure.
I wake up to see nothing but a blank page, a story has to be written, a beginning must start, and a writer must write. These shadows can't hold me down forever, not without a fight.
I must once again, wake up.