No light can penetrate the fickle veil, that covers the mind so twisted, so frail. No hope or joy can enter the heart, that's filled with sorrow, right from the start.

The world appears as a dim abstraction. What matters is the internal contradiction. The feelings of hate, of self-pity and dread, the endless cycle of emotions, never dead.

The unlovable mind, in a constant struggles to find some relief, some beam of light. To feel some love, to feel some hope, to climb the hill, to win the fight.

But broken minds are hard to heal and broken hearts are hard to seal. For if they find no love within, they'll forever dwell in sorrow and sin.

So, if you know someone in this plight...
love them harder, hold them tight.