Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

    I'm not immune to what kills me everyday. Even though they say "What kills you makes you stronger" doesn't ever mean it's true. I've been suffering  through my battles, bleeding after my obstacles, and constantly depressing before my rivals.
       When will that cycle ever come to a close? Haven't I had enough? Although I still stand, I'm still not the one receiving any satisfaction from my survival. Each aftermath that seems to pass by always has its last laugh. I couldn't hold up two fists to stand against it.
       I feel like a hopeless victim to my pain. Not one pill could prevent the harm pursuing me. Not even a painkiller could have any affect. All I wanted to do is heal. Every last part of me just wants the same thing. 
      Soon this pain will choose its new victim after it's through with me. This long phase will fade before I wake and will appear before you sleep. Watch as the pain has a victim.