Anguish

Tonight is a night when words again want to be heard, when feelings resent being hidden. I suppose it is torturous of me to not give voice to that which screams to be heard, to be allowed to rear its head back and scream with anguish, hoping against hope that someone hears. In essence, it all is metaphorical, but does that decrease the pain, or make it any less? Pain, regardless of any other factor, remains the sole cause of every uncannily bad decision, and yet, despite knowing this, the world does not decrease the infliction of this wretched disease. Rather, there are some who unknowingly inflict, and others, which delight in knowing that they have the power to crush dreams, and break souls, with a few well placed words, chosen with delicacy and care. Funny, how those words can be applied to this situation, and yet, ruin is almost synonymous with care and tenderness, for without time and effort, any ruin brought about is hollow and meaningless.