{"sf1_id":566697,"sf2_id":"keNRNV4e","title":"late night madness","author":"Malchior","words":137,"posted_at":"2013-07-23T07:21:00.000Z","tags":["Bittersweet","Depressing","Depression","Desperation","Drama","Emotion","Emotional","Heartbreak","No-Yiff","Psychological","Real Life","Sorrow","Verse"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/566697-late-night-madness","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/keNRNV4e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/33/67/3367e522-441f-4e46-a67b-47bd333d7844","description":"","content":"Here I sit the broken shell of a man, I try to sleep but the waking world shall not set me free, all I am is trapped by my insanity.\n\nI close my eyes and darkness there, hopes and fears and pain beyond anything I have to compare it to.\n\nAlone, sad lonely and lost. I have nowhere to turn and no ear that well pay me heed. What is a man to do?\n\nBroken words, shallow phrase, I must sound like a lunatic talking in circles. But it makes sense to me, as I sit here wondering has my mind finally snapped or is it that I simply can no longer hide what I let sleep deep within my soul.\n\nI wish for answers but only silence there and nothing more, sadness darkness, emptiness forever more.\n\n  \n  \n  \n\n"}