Lost, and then found again

Life's like a run. You run from your emotions, hoping no one noticed, hoping that only yourself knew your own feelings.

Pretense. A failure to bring out words to describe the fetters. Not just once, but twice. Not just an emotion, but something you go through each and every day.

Like a knife that stabbed you in the back, in the heart. You fell, hard on the ground. And harder the next time. But no one picked you up. Felt lost, no one leads the way. No path to follow, no hands to hold onto. No shelter, no protection, no ears to listen. No shoulders to cry on, no one to be there. No nothing.

Once full of hope, now full of tears. Things came crumbling down, crashing you each and every second. Took full control over you. Weak, and damaged. A massacre of hope and failure. Damage worsen. Now it's a race of time and yourself. It is now an impact on you. As it dug deeper by itself, a hole made in the heart. Sunk into darkness, no light of hope, no ray of faith.

Everything's gone. Life, that was an existence, died. In the world of darkness. You're now destroyed and damaged, running from the existence of a massacre.

Everything's gone, vanished, annihilated, from your world of destruction, and your own world.

End of the world? Closer to that. It's the end of the failure, end of every beginnings, end of your happiness and end of everything. End of every feelings and emotions one once felt. Now it's gone, and they're gone. Time to move on up, pack up and go. Through the obstacles once more. Revolving around the circle endlessly once, now a halt to it.

I loved, I failed, I died. Re-lived. I'm alive once again. Stronger and better.

For the things that was once long gone, that was lost, I've found them again days ago. Loved.. still.

Hope is frail, but it's hard to kill. Give me something to believe in. I lost all my faith, my hope, my everything. And even you. Though it was only me who was clapping on my own the whole time.

I believe.. everything's going to be fine again. Time heals, but does it really heals? It takes time, but now, I'm racing, fighting to buy the time I've once lost, I've once wasted. Time is an obstacle. Nothing to lose. It is now the start of the race between time and my own self.

Once weak, now stronger.