What is life to be alone, never sharing your expereicnes as it happens with anyone else. No one to truly know how you felt from one day to the next. The pain of losing everytrhing you've ever held close to your heart. Gone in an instant. Silently killing yourself with guilt over any one thing you fault yourself over.
To bring up memories of the few times you experienced happiness only to be scarred with bittersweet feelings that ring empty with echoes.
Trying hard to move forward, only to be chained by your past. A terrible lonlieness that only you can understand but never explain. Is life really worth this?
