Tragedy

The world is silent; my heavy breathing is the only noise in the world… it feels weird. Almost like death is watching me, or like there’s something awful going on. Although there’s literally no noise, and no person in sight… I feel really alone and endangered. Maybe I’m just uneased, maybe I’m psycho, or maybe I’m lonely. I feel like god has abandoned us, because miracles and humanity no longer exist. All that’s left is pain, death, shattered attempts at love and the dried soil beneath our feet to remind us of the past we’ve lived; the history we’ve created. Whats happened to the world? And what happened to me? Yesterday I was 10, running around the field impressing the girls with my football skills, and wondering about my destiny. Today, I’m staring blank faced with my heart exposed at the universe, waiting for a single sign that it’ll get better. I’m waiting to hear something, perhaps a safe voice, that for once isn’t my own. I want to feel something besides trembling fear. I want to know something other than pain and abandonment. I want to see something that puts everything into place. I just want my old life back, the days where you’d walk for miles with your friends without having a set destination, the days when going to the park was an eventful day out, the days when we never knew the evil in the world existed and the most horrific thing we knew was a cigarette. But I don’t know if it could ever be the same again. I don’t even know if I can ever be the same again, and frankly, it’s shit. Do you relate?