Listening

You're by yourself
Both Physically and mentally
But you're still listening

You listen to the music
that pulls at your heart strings
with each second it plays

You listen to your thoughts
as they present you with the
tools that could lead you
to complete and utter destruction
or to your self-worth which you've kept hidden
in the back of your mind

You listen as your tears flow
And your breathing elevates,
Gasping and desperate for air
You try to silence your sobs of distress and pain.

You listen as your captured and held,
nothing left but the suffocating hands of silence,
was it even worth it to struggle?

You wait and listen
As your eyes dry up and the flow of tears subside,
They evaporate,
Nothing left but puffy red eyes and its tracks down your face

You're out of tears
but the threatening pressure behind your eyes
Still there
It threatens to overflow again and still you listen

No matter what you do
You listen
You listen as you fall,
as you break and pull yourself back together
readying for it to happen all over again
Your alone, you hurt, you cry, picking up the pieces
then it repeats
but you still listen , always listening.

Book Recommendations

Maze Runner Seeries by James Dashner

Sleeping Doll by Jeffrey Deaver

Light or Darkness

They say there is always a light at the end of a tunnel
but is that true? 
or are they the words of hopeful cowards?

How are we to know what lies in it if we can not see?

Death, despair, destruction,
that's what awaits the dead,
all of them, 
the old, the young, men, women, even the youngest of children.

They ride into the unknown with this saying,
expecting only good things,
disregarding the endless possibilities of bad.

There is no Light
It is an illusion, a trick,
One that allows fools to fall at the devils mercy.

There is no light,
Only darkness.