• I walk down the empty tunnel that seems to be my life, why did it have to be this way, why cant anything stay the same, as soon as something good happens it gets wrenched away so fast I can barely appreciate what’s happened, yes this is pretty much the way my life goes,

    dark clouds hang overhead as a I approach the end of the tunnel, and in the horizon stands the angel that I asked for, the one person that can save me from me, as I approach, the figure distorts, and disappears into the fog, I hear the distinct whisper of it saying “I’m sorry”

    The heavens break open and all I can do is stand there and cry, the tears roll down my face, as the rain droplets roll down my body, its seems as if the sky feels my pain as well, But why? Why does the sky have to feel my pain? Why does anybody have to feel it?

    My lungs ache, and my eyes feel red and puffy, I collapse onto the ground and curl into a ball, that’s when the pain really hits, it feels as if my lungs are being ripped apart, I huddle closer to my legs and wrap my arms around my chest to somehow stop the pain from engulfing me, I lay there screaming and crying, and in the distance I can see my angel, but he isn’t my angel anymore, he’s laughing,
    He’s laughing at me, why me?