The snow continuously falls at undecided intervals. Such weather can be suffocating. My heart and soul scream with pain as my mind can never make up its mind. I look at my hands and I can see shards of tiny pieces of hope, love, trust, happiness. My will is losing to such a fight. Memories bring old scars back up to the surface. Inside I'm dying, and on the outside I'm living a silent lie. I know people know this truth, but I can't do anything to stop it. No, it's not that I can't do anything, I suppose that I don't want to. I'm past the point of caring anymore. Nothing holds importance to me anymore.
My friends are there for me I know, but they can't help. Seems like no one can. My eyes can no longer shed anymore tears, dry oasises they are now. Just empty canvasas for show. What a picture they used to paint when emotion was so easy to express. Time's slowed to a crawl, and every second that passes feels like a life time. My breath slows and part of me wishes for it to stop all together. Such a wish for a human life. Yet, seems to be fitting.
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