Weep

The days we scream, they aren't the days of trials or tribulations.
The darkness that shrouds our eyes wake the hidden terrors of our soul, erupting from a core so deep within ourselves we fear it.
Most of us walk a line so thin and ethereal, nothing restrains us but our own foot steps. Searing our minds, charring our hearts, decimating our souls. When we wake screaming, we wake not from slumber but from reality.
Fear, anger, panic are a second skin worn so tight as to replace humanity. Weep, if you have it within you. Weep not for me, for my suffering is my own. Weep for you, for the day you wake.