As I put pen to paper feelings begin to pour out of my soul. Things that I thought wasn't even there begin to surface. Immediately I begin to think way into my past. I know I shouldn't but I still do. I think of all the sadness, the hurt, the pain and the loss, and without warning, my insisted begin to crumble until I am left with a hollow part inside of me.

A part that I know, that no matter what, will never be filled. I feel like I want to give up, to break free and confess everything. Confess what I feel, what I love, what I hate and what I'm tolerating.

Suddenly I feel like I want to be alone... and nothing is wrong with that. I love loneliness and maybe that's crazy but then again since when am I normal? What I've been through all my life and the demons I'm left to face.

I can't...

No will...

No power...

I can't go on with another sad, lonely and corrupt day.

A/N

Throughout my entire college life, I've had struggles and battles within myself. Some days were worst than others while some were just me existing on this journey called life. Never moving yet always on the go.