In Greek mythology, its said that humans originally had four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces. Due to humanity’s pride, the Gods split them in half, doomed to walk the Earth their entire lives in search of the other half of their soul.
When you think you found it, its a glorious feeling, the sky never seemed so blue and the grass never seemed so green. The sun feels warmer, the air tastes sweeter, and all your problems seemingly drift into the atmosphere. I had that when I met her. When you lose that person, the darkness that falls, the hopelessness that takes over, is one of the scariest feelings I believe that I’ve ever felt.
The person I see in the mirror isn’t someone I’m proud of, or like looking at. The man I felt I was becoming with her, no longer exists, and I don’t know if he will ever come back again. I wish the world would just let me go, forget about me, let me fall further down the hole. The only thing that keeps me here is that I’m tired of causing sadness to others. I don’t deserve to be here and I don’t want to be here anymore.