Posted on November 29 at 3:15 a.m. (Suggest removal)

You have just described my life. Great article. Thank you for writing this poetic effigy to those of us in eternal anguish.

I can count on my fingers, with fingers to spare, the amount of times in the entirety of my life that I have felt joy.

I have been ruined from the time I was a child and am incapable of feeling peace, joy, or love. I am in eternal anguish. And your article has given it a poetic form.

Again great article. The heart is definitely killed. Its so deep in me that no amount of silence is enough. I have stilled my thoughts. My emotions. My everything. I have tried all my life to gain any semblance of joy. But is has been raped of me. There is a constant busyness deep in my subconscious. So many traumatizing experiences that they can never all be weeded out in order to allow that joy.

It is within the silence that I know that I am empty and without spirit. There is no stillness for me, even when I am still, and even when my thoughts are stilled. There is no peace in hell and I had arrived there even before my life had began.

I've spent my life writing. Making art. Composing music. And I am now well disciplined at many of these things. They were borne out of my need to express myself, to alleviate all that had built up inside of me, and out of my need to stay busy, constantly busy.

Suffering makes you a very good writer but no gift is worth your joy. It is like the Bible said, "What shall it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his soul."

- Small

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