The Suffering 10/2/12

[TiaLynn]

The time when day met night in a simple, magical moment is where I liked to be under the comforting willow tree. Laying against the tree I listened to it dance and breathe, softly I sighed too. Shaking slightly, like always, I tried to forget about all the scars inside and out as it was not worth the pain; although it was still there, and would be forever. I thought about it all over, a mini horror movie in my head, and the tears burned holes in my face like cigarette butts again. With a great effort, and threw my body forward and managed to get back on my feet again. The willow wept as I slowly turned away, knowing I was not going to stay long this time. The scent of regret from both the willow and myself, I slowly trudged off into the shadows. My eyes glazed over again as I made my way back to hell, numbing myself to the pain that would return shortly. Perhaps tomorrow, I would not have to go back. Then again, they would just find me in no time. This was my life, my soundtrack, my essence; and there is no escape.