Date: Tuesday, November 04, 2008
@7:14 PM.
Title: (
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It's coming back.
That same haunting taste of desperation, dejection.
Desperation for a spark of light, spectrum of colors, glimmer of hope.
Devouring, relishing, mocking.
It's staying.
The burning smell of despondence, despair.
The gnawing of failure devouring the insides of the hollow heart.
Feeling what used to bottle emotions break apart.
Ripping the wall, leaving scars that nobody would ever see.
I never wanted more, just sufficient.
Just something to keep me alive, to make me feel alive.
Just hope, just life.
Once again,
I thank you for rubbing everything in right in my face through that post.
And i congratulate you,
If making me feel like shooting myself was your aim.
Just don't pretend you understand why things happened.
Don't act like you can make it right, or that you understand why i did it.
Because unless you went through it,
You can never ever understand.