It is a most sorrowful thing when the people you hoped to receive comfort from, tear strips of your heart with every raised syllable, every angry shout.

What do you do then? Whom do you turn to?

Do you allow yourself to reach out to the darkness?

Or do you curl up and wait to die?

Or maybe, you review your life and think you have come up short. Miserably so.

And you can’t find the strength to fight through.

Maybe there is nothing worth fighting for anymore.

Maybe I am just a coffin bearer.

One Response to “Untitled”

  1. Well written, the content is really good. But why doesnt it have a title?


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