User:BrokenSoul4402

Fire swims up my spine and into my throat, the flames so hot I cannot speak for they eat my words before I can sound them out. Hands, no they're not hands, claws with long black talons reach out to me, ripping away at my skin. Layer after layer they take off of me, blood spraying the my bedroom walls as their hands go back with a swing. What once was white is now stained red forever. I fall into a restless sleep as I'm torn to pieces.

I dream of darkness and loneliness...And falling, falling, falling never to hit the ground I so wish would come because death seems like the only thing that can wake me from this nightmare we call life. I am suspended in time, always falling deeper and deeper into this depression. The pain is like a pickaxe mining a hole in my chest, causing my heart to drop into my stomach. And I dont blame it, after all, who would want to live in a home with a gaping hole in the front. I am starting to think I enjoy this pain, yet I want it to end so that I can sleep in peace. I don't know which is true though, if it ends who will talk to me like the pain? Who will speak to me about the past, how life used to be when the one I loved was still alive. I see him there, playing with the other chlidren, or do I? I'm halucinating again, the pain does that to you sometimes. I'm beginning to think I imagined him in the first place, that I thought him up so I wouldnt be lonely, to keep me company. after all it wouldnt be a stretch to think that way, everyone else I knew turned out to be my imagination. But who could imagine such a perfect boy? He was almost like an angel,the way life and light followed him around, but now...he's gone. Gone forever and I will never see him again, except in the memories he left me with. Brother, cousin, I can't tell the difference, he was both to me, he was always there to comfort me. Always there, but not anymore, he was sent to the afterlife before he was ready, leaving me all alone with no one to cherish, for he was a child more precious than them all.