All Belong
Summery: A haven for the common man. A sanctuary for the simple woman. It sucks you into a place of belonging...forever and ever.
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A world where you must fight to be better is almost equal to not being born at all. You build yourself to the highest point you could possibly achieve and its still not good enough, for when you present yourself, there is your better, double your talent and three times your best. The world around you crashes to pieces, your loved onces hardly impressed anymore with what you have to offer.
Day after day, week after week you stare at your reflection, disgusted with the outcome and like all the rest, disappointed in your existence. You are not strong enough to survive, and when you try, you only injure yourself. The pride is but dust and hope is long gone. The energy to do anything for yourself has worn its gas and there isn't any money to refill. The pulse of a heart means nothing when it isn't beating for you. There is only one word to describe this feeling.
You know it well because you wish for the companionship often, positive there is no one out there for you. Prayers come and go, none of which get answered. Darkness in a room seems comforting and writing journals in the latest hour of the night sooths your soul, but only until the next morning. Food is no longer necessary. The body cannot function at all if not mentally at first.
Skies appear dim and gray every time you glance up and rain doesn't come soon enough. You see people who aren't there, hear sounds that haven't been created, taste flavors you only wished existed. Light does not glisten as it did in younger years and every night the playmates that you once favored stare at you hauntingly, enough to drive the calmest soul mental. Constantly there must be a glimpse over the shoulder or a shaking limb, awaiting the worst to happen.
The mind is scrambled and your eyesight is squinting at the tiny words you write, wishing lyrics or poems will drive away the fear and agony. The world you know dearly is the word you hate the most. To trade everything, even your life to rid the problem is the basis of the word.
Alone.
All day you think it, and all night you dream it. Nightmares are a thing of the future and weak bladders are a common discomfort. You lay out your arm, but all you feel is the cold hard surface of the mattress you lay on, a pillow placed adjacent yours in wonder if it would ever be touched. Teeth are wearing down because of the misery life brings you, grinding down night after night. Animals try to fill the gap, but you know better. Birds chirp out your window, but its noise in your mind, wanting nothing more for them to drop dead.
It is a shame for such an emotion, especially when you feel something twisting down your belly. That is called guilt. Where we reside, there is no guilt or sorrow or pain. Everything seems to melt away within out walls and you find yourself...happy. No disappointment, no hatred, no guilt or depression.
It takes care of you if you really want it. We offer the antidote to your loneliness...your failure. And you cannot be alone. You lack the understanding...there are so many like you, but you must see to believe.
With your eyes, you will view what you want to view, hear what you want to hear, enjoy what the underprivileged deserve. It cares for you. We care for you. And we promise, once you're with us...you'll always...
...always...
...always...
...feel good.