I am the feeling that will make you alive. I will make you happy, I will kill you from the inside. I can make you, I can break you. I can pull the trigger, and tie the loom. I can wake you up, and I can motivate you. I can make you blind, and I can make you see the light. You will die, and I will keep your memory going. I will isolate you, I will connect you. Foresaken, I will take you in, desperate I can sometimes force you. I can crush you and list you up. I will make you hurt, feeding like a parasite, yet you will need me. Without me, you are nothing, and without you I am everything. Others will use me against you, and you will use me as an excuse. I give you reason for your self righteous chivalry. I am your suicide, I am your downfall. I make your dark and gloomy world seem ever more lonesome, or I can make it brighter than ever. I will make your pain go away, or hurt you until you are ill. I reign chaos and confusion to your desolat, adolecent mind. Your mind seems empty and barren without me. I may be in your presence, inside another, and you may never notice me. I will make you stronger, inside an adrenaline filled body, capable of even the most rigorous obstacles, or I can make you as weak as a child. I will make even the strongest fall, and weep like newborns, and I can make the weakest the strongest they've ever been. I can make the most cowardly fearless and fear not pain nor dearh. I can make you sacrafice another second of hunger while on the brink of starvation, just to feed me another bite. Satisfy me, and I will satisfy you. Or I can simply give you nothing back, making you sacrafice thoughtlessly to make you bend and break to my will. You will be my puppet, for once you have a taste, you will always be hungry for more. An endless need for wanting, to earn my satisfaction. To the bitter end I will follow you, let you forget about the world. Or make you shove your nose in the truth. I will make you bond closer to anyone, as long as I see my reflection. A mirror for a perfect match, parrallel we are, only fusing us to the point of nearly being one. You may have tasted me. Some think they know me. Others may never know me. And even fewer truely know me. Yet everyone has me, sometimes I just like to stay hidden...
Your delightful Misery,
A sign Hailey made for me ^-^