I Want To Write My Random Thoughts And Feelings

I think there’s hell on earth. It’s not filled with tortured souls and their cries of despair. It’s not a chaotic, crowded place filled with screams like we would imagine. It is rather empty, a void with nothing in it, just a cold, harsh emptiness. It is, nevertheless, filled with people, but every one of them believes there’s no one else around. Hell is when we’re alone, and more accurately, it is when we think we’re alone in our loneliness. We reach it when we have nowhere else to go, and no one to tell us we belong somewhere in their life. We do get out of it at some point, but there are always other people in that place, having no one or nothing to relate with. Every time you get closer to someone who’s still there, and tell them that you’ve been through it all and that it’s not as endless as it seems.. every time you let someone know that you won’t give up on them and that when they get out of it, you will be waiting with a smile to tell them they’ve made it.. and every time you show someone the way out, this hell shrinks and gets smaller, making this world a better place every time it does.