Ever been at the bottom line of breaking down?At a point where you are engulfed by a sorrow of an unknown source?Or maybe you know the root of the pain but it seems too petty to talk about or perhaps unbelievable but to you it’s imprisoning your soul, taunting you bit by bit killing you softly
A flame that burns so bad you can feel your sooty soul blur in on your flesh
That time when you don’t care but you really care
What people tagged dead inside without knowing it’s magnitudeA feeling worse than death, worse than prison
Trauma has much more to it than it sounds.What do you do when your acrimony starts to breed rage? Every cold person had a good heart one time until others corrupted them to the monsters they potray.But to collapse is not to die Not exactly
You can collapse so long and forget to get back thoughBut still to collapse is not to die!
The remnants of spite, of rage, of hate, of acrimony are not quite appealing are they?But do what?
We need to surviveTo beat odds fed to us at the embarking of this awful phase
After all life is here to be lived!