Harbor of Misery

A Story by Lost.Soul

This is more of a blurb, or a mix between a poem and a story, then an actual story. Enjoy!

The stains of past judgement haunt me. They blanket me in loathing and disgust. At times I find myself weak and terrified. No hand has wounded me, yet I bleed from every pore in my being. I cry out for release from the weight of it all. I will not free myself though. No, I will not change a thing. In my misery I have found a comfort. I know how to bear the tidal waves of hurt. I do not fight them. I let them pull me under, drain me of air, and fill me with water. When they are done playing with me they wash me up on shore, where I am emptied. I have relaxed in this journey many times. I have ways to subdue the pain. I know the solutions and the consequences of those solutions. I have drowned in despair a thousand times and will a thousand more before I change a single thing. I am secure in my misery and you cannot touch me here because I am the waves that drown, the invisible needles that puncture and poison, the thoughts that kill. I am the misery that will protect me from you.