My pain is ripe and raw. My rage is savage and primal. Ripping, gouging and tearing away through flesh, muscle, cartiledge and bone, piercing the heart til the blood runs freely,turning the water a violet hue. If it's not the breaking waves hitting me in the face, its the insidious undertow pulling me deeper beneath the water.

My lungs are on fire and bursting for air as I fight my way back to the surface. I want the world to know my pain. I want NO ONE to escape, if I couldn't why should anyone else? There are times when I want to murder the world to stop all of the pain but the irony is, pain is what makes us know that we're alive.

I cried myself to sleep and dreamt of things and people lost to me. I hear all the time how special I am but they are simply hollow words fallen on deaf ears. I scream at the heavens and curse the gods for I don't know what I've done to deserve this. My wails are so deep that they reach the farthest platitudes of heaven while ringing the dinner bell for hell and its mainy inhabitants. I'm beginning to wonder what the point is in being a good person when I get nothing back in return. The veils of love and kindness that once resided within me are slipping away and I'm losing my side to a debilatating rage.