Seeing emotions expand and develop daily without any
prodding whatsoever.
A clean, pure unadulterated epitaph of mystery and
strife never fathomed before our deaths.
We struggle with questions that never are answered,
bewildered with sorrow and sadness, yet laughter
filters through to keep us sane and living.
Even if it’s a mere existence, at least we have
something to think about, we just have to be careful
how we let our thought processes continue down
pathways of grief.
We must not follow their saddened thoughts lest we
be lost in a wilderness we can’t find our way out of.
Suicide always looms as an answer in an abyss of
sorrow, yet we must not get caught in it’s snare for
our lives are too special to end on such a horrific
note.