Your Torn Soul

There's no escape, is there? From the creatures that scratch within, from the devils whispering malice into your ears every time, from the chains that bind your hands and feet? As the slivers of hope that seep through the cracks in your torn soul begin to leave you, you start to question your commitment to life. While reckoning with who and what you've been exhausting yourself for, a few more fragments are torn away from the deepest recesses of you. How long did it take for you to realize, in every doomsday scenario you thought you could unravel on your own, that you needed others? Where are the days when you eagerly searched for a seedling to plant in the desolate, isolated lands of your soul? From the place where your torn soul is most strained, the place with your highest expectations.