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A Winter Tale:
How when the dark pits of winer touch your soul are we meant to feel alive?
When the last ray of sun disapears from your heart how are you meant to stay safe?
if there's no escaping the freezing chills of depression, you go numb.
numbnss is death..like poison it courses through your viens infecting your entire being with loss.
your lost, numb an empty vesel, a lonely child crying out for someone, anyone,but incapable of burstin trough the thick ice in your heart the gloomy fog in your brain.
thoughts are the only thing left untouched by the cold.
Yet nothing is safe...winter in all its mighty strength has touched them too.
no more thought's of happiness, they are now just happy memories injected with loss, the happy memories scare you, they haunt your days and nights till you wake up screaming in the night praying, begging to fall back into the haze of sleep.
In sleep the pain disapears,its over, the painful happiness gone, but sleep is not a luxury,a steaming couldron of drugs that blur the thoughts and memories and allow the sleep to come.
At first the numbness scares you,you miss the feeling of being alive,
But the thoughts that threaten to take you, the thoughts of death and destruction of hurt and loss and hunger that play over and over like a broken record in your too tired head...they take that fear away and numbness is no longer your enemy but a safe warm cave away from the cold and brittle winter.
You see every year we dread it, in summer we get cocky and think its gone...but winter sneaks up on all of us.
The only ones to survive are the strong.
The Weak and scared and lonely get eaten up by the storm ,the harsh change of season makes them wish they were never born,so they find a way to escape it, some drugs ,a blade a rope.
Because When your mind is lost in the middle of winter how is anyone meant to cope?
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How when the dark pits of winer touch your soul are we meant to feel alive?
When the last ray of sun disapears from your heart how are you meant to stay safe?
if there's no escaping the freezing chills of depression, you go numb.
numbnss is death..like poison it courses through your viens infecting your entire being with loss.
your lost, numb an empty vesel, a lonely child crying out for someone, anyone,but incapable of burstin trough the thick ice in your heart the gloomy fog in your brain.
thoughts are the only thing left untouched by the cold.
Yet nothing is safe...winter in all its mighty strength has touched them too.
no more thought's of happiness, they are now just happy memories injected with loss, the happy memories scare you, they haunt your days and nights till you wake up screaming in the night praying, begging to fall back into the haze of sleep.
In sleep the pain disapears,its over, the painful happiness gone, but sleep is not a luxury,a steaming couldron of drugs that blur the thoughts and memories and allow the sleep to come.
At first the numbness scares you,you miss the feeling of being alive,
But the thoughts that threaten to take you, the thoughts of death and destruction of hurt and loss and hunger that play over and over like a broken record in your too tired head...they take that fear away and numbness is no longer your enemy but a safe warm cave away from the cold and brittle winter.
You see every year we dread it, in summer we get cocky and think its gone...but winter sneaks up on all of us.
The only ones to survive are the strong.
The Weak and scared and lonely get eaten up by the storm ,the harsh change of season makes them wish they were never born,so they find a way to escape it, some drugs ,a blade a rope.
Because When your mind is lost in the middle of winter how is anyone meant to cope?
x