I long for worthiness
I dream of happiness
I strive for fulfilment
I yearn for love
I feel a great sense of helplessness
I'm filed with emptiness
My life is ruled by apathy
From it I can't seem to run
I'm drowning in my misery
And my happiness is non existent
I look forward to sleepiness
To escape from this world
I live for my family
I live for responsibility
But would it be better for every one if I wasn't present
In this cold cruel world
Why am I like this
Why am I broken
To the heavens I cry out
For an answer from above
The light goes out as the wind continues to blow ravenously, the journal that He had been writing in had almost been blown of the table but he caught it in the nick of time
//Paper rips//
He had accidentaly torn a page in half whilst trying to grab the book, but how would he see the torn paper without the light?
Mildly frustrated he had put on this standing lamp and begun to look for the paper.
His room was large enough that the paper could have blown anywhere due to the wind
*CLOSE THE WINDOWS FIRST MORON*
*right*
It was typical of his elder brother to always be mean to him even when it was unnecessary, he stood up to go come the windows
//BANG!//
*F**K!!*
He had hit his little toe on the leg of the bed by the window side
*TWO SWEAR WORDS IN A ROW, YOUR'E ON A ROLL BRO*
*shut up*
He shut the windows, now the room was completely pitch dark as there was no light coming in, he forgot to charge the standing torch as this hardly happens, so it died before he could even leave the table.
On the bright side though, at least the cold wind wasn't getting in anymore .
He left the room to get the spare torch in the storage, trying not to wake up his mu.... oh wait, that can't happen, his mum is a deep sleeper, especially when she's drunk, and besides, this was a big house.
He went downstairs through a plethora of room that nobody stayed in except for the occasional visitor , he also passed through his brothers room that was at the end of the hallway of the first floor.
Going down to the ground floor of the house, he could see the family portrait , but something was off about it, it was missing his father's face and his brothers, his mother had always been dramatic, even worse when she drinks, the doctors told her she had alcoholic gastritis and told her to lay off the drinks for a while.
All that did is make her drink more, maybe she would see her soul mate again, that was her rationale.
He didn't like looking around as it made him feel hopeless, hence why he hardly left his room whenever he was home, this house was a reminder of the people he had lost, the people he was losing and the thing he was inevitably going to lose, himself. N