The burden of pain

When I look into the void, a pain exists that refuses to disappear. It grips my soul in agony, spinning and escalating, leaving me not able to breathe. It’s a sorrow that never ends and affects every aspect of my life, disconnecting me from the world.

I carry this sorrow wherever I go, putting on a mask of joy and peace, but inside, my emotions are like a tornado, destroying everything we have built in our lives. The weight of pain presses down, crushing my fragile spirit. When will this ever stop?

There are days when I want to give up, for I never seem to find peace. I smile through the tears, pretending everything is okay. I hide myself deep inside so my facades can be what everyone sees. I am seeking hope, but I never seem to find it.

Hope is escaping me like smoke slipping through the air. It leaves me stranded, alone, and drowning in the sorrow. I search for peace in the darkness but only find broken promises. They slip away like birds. The birds have no nestling place.

All I have is comfort within—a collage of selves that protects and guards me. From the cruelness of the world, I hide my heart. It is buried way down, barely visible. Buried down, I am the only one who sees this world for what it is: misery.