Every day is a new one.

One that should be filled with joy.

Joy that should be not be explainable.

Explainable that doesn’t make sense.

Sense that only few people know of.


But this day.

Day full of darkness.

Darkness that will eat the soul.

Soul from the inside, out.

Out of the very control.


Heartache and tears.

Tears running down.

Down like the flowing river.

River that seems to take the happiness away.

Away to a much unknown place.


Love is not real.

Real for me, it seems not to be.

Be ready for those you love to hurt you.

You the very person trying your hardest.

Hardest player but no game.


Time to throw in the towel.

Towel that will wipe away the tears.

Tears of pain and suffering.

Suffering slowly from your own heart.

Heart, which has been put through enough.