Dead End

How much lower can we fall. We became addicted to pain and tears. Torment became our daily nourishment and still we seek for even more sorrow and sadness. The night is now my only companion and the solitude my guide. No one listens to the wind anymore. We are dead, hollow. I feel betrayed by life, by my family, by my friends. I try to go along with the stream, but I can't handle people. I can't stand anything anymore. The black hole that used to be in my chest has now spread. It's everywhere, inches away from consuming me completely. The hate is growing stronger by the second. I hate you for being a coward, I hate you for being weak but most of all, I hate what you have become. The question you never asked, has an answer. You know the truth now. You are living in a Dead End.