I Bleed Words Sometimes


No, I do not have words of wisdom. I never did. I have my feeble strength and words. Yes, that’s all I have.

There comes a time in our lives when everything loses its meaning, every person the place or their worth in our lives. And life is nothing but a test of our will.

It’s hard to explain. It’s like the walls are build so high up you can barely climb to the top.

It’s claustrophobic, your own protecting shield. It puts everybody away and shrinks you within.

You’re like a grain of wheat that didn’t die into the soil. But lived and because it did it never bore any fruit. It was useless, just like your life.

And all you want is for it to end.

This patient trial.

This unyielding ordeal.

To stop.

To cease to exist.

Don’t bother trying to figure this out.

May be I was never made to be understood.

May be life was never meant to be lived, but endured.

I don’t know.

What I do know, is that, I’m exhausted.

One response

  1. Santa claus

    Well every bad thing that happens is a good thing is diguise 🙂

    December 27, 2012 at 5:59 pm

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