Empty. Cold. A renewed sense of loathing, a darkness creeping over my soul. Pain, and torment. Denial and fear, a wall within a wall within myself. Forever entwined, relaxing amidst the tortured realms of my heart, drifting into the darkness. I follow the light, only to have its brightness extinguished. Forever alone. Forever alone? The torment; the trials; the tribulations. The work I put into myself, and the hate I get out of it. The wonder, and the despair. The depression, and the loneliness.
Which one of us is right? Is there truth... or is there lies?