/lit/ - Literature

>>7235577
Happy is your Grace,
That can translate the stubbornness of Fortune
Into so quiet and so sweet a style.

>>7081977

My dark past has brought me scars and nightmares that will haunt me forever. I cannot risk getting out of the sorrowful shadows I dwell in; perhaps in years to come light will shine upon the end of this chaotic mess of a tunnel that is Life, but in-as-much as I cannot feel happiness nor love (in fact, I cannot feel a thing—I am numbed, I am a victim of the injustices of society, of the depravities of this world), and in-as-much as I am alone, as I always will be, anything pertaining to the theme of... love... will always swoon me and transport me to this place in my mind that I cannot bear.

I cannot feel anymore, I cannot love, I cannot bear reading about love. The mere sight of the word announces my depression; it makes me want to cut my wrists and watch the blood slowly come out, while I stand hypnotized, numbed, contemplating what I've just done, and not giving a fuck. Because life is meaningless.

Enjoy your life, anon, live your lies and be happy. But I stand here, awoken to the realities of this world, and I cannot go back.