My mind battered and beaten, my soul tormented constantly, my heart stabbed and trampled beyond recognition by the grains of whipping sand called life. This body has had visitors a many and much like…come they leave, ensuring more scars and pain. My creator mocks me by taking away, the people I hold dear whether it be death or taking them away. I feel the walls of my mind eroding at last. I sit back and watch the crack get bigger; I grow uneasy, shaken, and cold. I shake emotions that get in my way and delete like a comment from a page. I think to myself I want to go away erased from existence forgotten like yesterday, so I sit here in the storm and here warm voices tell me “it will be okay” yet the storm shows no signs of ease, So I sit and sit as I wither slowly away.