• I open my eyes but only blackness is there, so I shut them. Why should others see my eyes when I will never see their's? I lay eye's closed, and I feel the place on my pillow where tears have stained, caused by the nightmares that haunt my mind. My mind, my only refuge, the only place I have left. Funny enough the nightmares are never vivid. Actually, they are black like the rest of my life, like the rest of my world.
    I taste the saltyness of tears I never realised were flowing, I am so used to it by now the constant river eminating from my eyes, it's barely noticeable now. I wonder how after so many tears, there are any left. I shiver. Cold envelops my body, clinging at my heart, it claws and bites and tears. I feel so hollow, as if the cold stole everything inside of me. Black. Lonly. Cold. Empty. Lost. This is my new world.