For the dark in all of us.

August 4, 2012 at 11:35am · Every scar tells a story One for each life you wanted to cut short That dark, turbulent insular prison Never ending torturous dungeon Twisting, spiraling, stomach churning The same question every time... What's the point? Whats the point of existing, if all that exists is hurt and pain Why keep feeling this way if it never ends? When you wake up everyday, still falling down that rabbit hole, How do you stay afloat? When all you want is concrete blocks and a deep ocean to throw yourself in. To hide down a well so no one can ever find you. Hide your footsteps in the mud, in hope never to be seen again. How does life become important again when your heart is so heavy. 1000 knives stabbing it from all directions. Emotional shadows causing constant inner turbulence. Paranoid, never trusting, always aware of anxieties. The scars mark every want of washing away the pain. Is it possible? Can you ever be different than how you feel right now? Will you ever feel like s contributing member of society, or forever a prisoner in the four walls, forever fearful of the outside world and its judgements... Questions...no answers....but we survive another day, because something in us.....we know we are here for a reason....and so we keep trekking up the steepest mountain.....called lif