As I lie tossing and turning in the night as my body lies unconscious my mind is still fighting a losing battle against the darkness that overcame my heart. But as I lie there, all I see is a dark figure torn apart on the inside and out. As I see this figure somehow I know there’s a battle going on inside of him the light is trying to be set free. But his heart has been scared to many times to be mended and sadly the light inside is fading away slowly and it seems there’s no hope for him. But yet as the same thing is happening to me I wonder if this figure is me. That I see inside of my mind but if so why is my heart still as cold as ice, when his heart is filled with a warm filling that wants to help all those that have been forgotten but then why have I been forgotten. Never to truly exist again
