I feel somebody grab my hand as i stand on the precipice.
-Have hope -they say.
But there is no hope .There never can be when all i ever hear is silence and the empty sound of my own thoughts bashing against the side of my skull.
But it's alright.They're getting quieter now. Soon when my body dissents and my feet walk the line of my weak resistance,my beliefs will crumble.The last remaining pieces of my soul will fall down and crash with me.Then the dull thrumming will return.But l will be alright,for ill no longer hear it.It will be forever persistent in the hearts of those who have once loved me.Then the thrumming will turn into screams of agony as my soul burns at the sentence of satan.The screams will haunt them forever as punishment for being weak enough.For giving their heart to someone who will never return.