alone and scared

He sat there, in the dark, waiting on that shed of light that would never come. The feeling of hopelessness and emptiness overwhelmed him and the rain started to pour. Rolling down his cheek, it stung his eyes, burned with the firey passion that had driven him into the darkest pits of this thing he called hell. Sobbing he quietly mutters to himself "why me, why me, why me....". His story, however, has to many too soon endings in which the memories stuck with him like a never ending nightmare. He has tried to move on, forget everything that happened but as soon as he closes his eyes, everything floods back in and haunts him, driving him to madness and perhaps even death.

Author's Note

This is the first one i worte in a long time, please give me feed back.