Wounds of Winter

There is a reason people hide their pain. A reason why it is tucked away inside the very depths of the mind, lying almost forgotten. Because when pain surfaces and you live through it, every one of your senses burns with an unquenchable fire – a fire that ruins a part of you, a part which can never then be recovered.

And that explains why there is very little empathy all around. If you feel another's pain just as strongly as you would your own, there is nothing that can stop the numbness which creeps in after a while. This cold dread that weighs heavily upon your thoughts does nothing but paralyze your hopes and dreams. So why get caught up in a web of bleak blackness that is meant for another? Then again, if you're unfortunate enough to have empathy as a part of your nature, fighting against it will only get you so far.

Ignorance is indeed bliss, therefore, seeing how burying the hurt lets you somehow live out your daily lives. You smile in a friendly way, talk, laugh and for a moment, all is forgotten... until those tenacious torturous tendrils of torment make their presence felt and trigger a whole new wave of uncontrollable, inconsolable hysteria.

When that happens, all you can do is laugh as you shake uncontrollably, laugh as you cry out, laugh as rivers of pain flow out of you, laugh as the deathly cold enshrouds you most invitingly and laugh as you secretly revel in your own destruction.