Dead blog..
Fancy that.. Me blogging now just after I got barked at by my father.
Enveloped in a myriad of emotions makes it so damned hard to express what I really want to.
A tinge of sadness in my gut/heart, what does that mean? Does that mean my conscience is not dead yet?
Reality comes back right at you.. real hard, cold,sharp and hard.. just like a tsunami, with the fragments.. cascading down..
A hint of sorrow, what would it be? Sad for my ownself? Pitying on myself? Onto the sorry state that I have single-handedly landed myself in?
A gash of broken-ness.. in the gut/heart, What is it trying to do? Or, What am I trying to do? Dig further into the grave I myself have created?
A port of depression.. More like a vessel.. Why? Why? Why?
Broken I am as a man, unfit for life..as the tears cascade down my face.. Im done..
Why...?
Why must I fall into that pithole.. and even when the hands from above tried to salvage me, I refused.. Why..?
Why must it be so hard for me..?
Broken I am.. as a dream..
Why..?