Life is so hard and difficult no bed of rose petals rather one of piercing thorns hurting deep within penetrating the heart and deadening the soul.
Why is it so? I feel the pain I hear the darkness that burns so deep within my soul without a hope a dim longing for escape.
It would be so easy to end it all to take the not so easy way out leaving hurt and pain for those left behind.
Where is hope? There is no light and, yet a glimmer far away in distant lands.