Why dream when Im in love with reality?

What life may bring..

In the hardest of times, life’s sickest joy is to kick you when you are down. Everything merely falls apart in front of your very eyes, nothing is looking towards the clouds but falls closer and closer to hell, simply a living hell. You feel as if your heart is sinking into your stomach yet it is being ripped out of your chest and smashed into millions of the tiniest pieces. Pieces so small, there would be no hope trying to mend them back together, because you find that little shards of them have fallen into the smallest cracks on the pavement. Little shards of yourself, your heart, and your soul. Pieces of you that will never be capable of being retrieved by anyone, making your heart smaller and jagged. You feel as if no one that is there can help you feel better, you feel like you have failed yourself and everyone you know. You are ashamed to show your face to even your closest friends and family. Hell, looking into the mirror kills you. You see the judgment there too. The shame of feeling everything less than good enough. “Big Failure”  is written in your eyes and staring back at you, mocking your every little thought of justification you wish to grant yourself. There is no reasoning with your emotions because they seem only to be present here to beat you down so low, until you are ground into mush, swine would even turn their noses up to eating.

There is nothing left to do but to turn to God and pray, believer or not. We may not pray to God himself, but we turn to what we hope is out there. That higher being, who has control, who listens when no one else listens, who makes us feel we are less alone in the world, who we always hope can grant us what our heart aches most for. We turn to the higher being and hope that they will find enough sympathy to take pity and make the pain dull and eventually go away. To take mercy on our heart. It is our hope, and our faith in life. It is what we look to, for what they call, ‘the light at the end of the tunnel’. It is our way out of misery and pain. It’s us, down on our knees, begging for something to look forward to, begging for motivation to get up in the morning. Begging just for some kind of way to release our thought of “There is that way out.”

All in all, we all feel alone and beat down, like no one shares the feeling. In the end there is someone out there who feels the same. Hopeless. We need to keep our heads high. Keep the confidence in our minds, and believe that we can take on the world and and win. We will have to do things we do not want to do. Listen to people we do not want to listen to. Face things we do not want to face. It is life. It sucks to think how crummy it can be sometimes. We just have to find what makes it worth the while. We need to discover the things that make our hearts throb and our tummies flutter. The things that make us smile. The things that make us believe in love again. No one can tell you what they may be, because in all honesty, it will be different for everyone.

There really is,… No Telling.