The Long Dark

[homesick28]

So just like the night before, and the one before that you obey and climb back into that boiling pot of water again--pathetic and broken, and with no will to live, and with no expression at all. And you stare at the ceiling shaking in fear because all you see on the ceiling scarred is the word"forever," and you stare at that word as you are boiled alive again, and a tear leaves the eye of a completely motionless, expressionless face. And every sleepless night you lay there and dream and fantasize about dying because the only star in the sky in hell is death but in hell you don't deserve that either, but its held above you and teases you with the possibility of it, and you hold onto it so tightly that you might have a chance to finally feel the sweet release of death, even though you know you will never have it.

Because its the only comforting thought you have left.

Its the only thing you have left.