Words.

There are many points in life when things just feel wrong. The first few times you might go and tell your best friends, your siblings, the ones close to your heart. You tell them something's bothering you, and when they ask why, you wished you knew.

As days pass and years come, you just stop talking about it to people. You bottle it inside of you. This something is eating you from inside, the nothingness is building up leaving your body hollow replacing your soul little by little.

The perpetual war of nothingness against my soul is killing everything around it. Nothing good ever comes out from a war. And my words, my words poured are the fuel for my soul, giving it strength to fight.

At times that even words fail me, it feels like the world is going to end. How nice would it be to have someone else's words to fuel my shattered soul?

If some people have smiles that can cure cancer, I wish to someday find someone whose words can end my inner war.

-- Madihahh