Downfall of Man: Pride

I am just a shell of what I was once. No longer filled with the substance that made me…me.  No longer do I fill up a room with my excitement and joy because those things have been stolen from me.  No longer was I able to fight the things that I once shook off.  No longer could I turn the other cheek as they have both been battered and bruised.  Most just say something seems different.  They don’t dare take the time to peel back the layers of my onion like life. b/c if they cut too deep they’d surely want to cry.  Looking into my soul would give you chills as it’s black as the moment before sunrise.  But don’t dare sit there and wait for a beautiful day, b/c my mind and mode is but a house w/ no electric at night….nothing but darkness.  I don’t see the light at the end of the tunnel as I’ve been blind folded and spun around as though this is some childish game.  But I’m a man…..and they say a man’s not supposed to cry….damn that.  My eyes flow as though the levies were never built up.  In those times I say I’m fine, there is a man inside dying for help from drowning off the pride that I keep inside.  If only I’d call for help, someone would throw a life saver and save me from myself.  But instead I’ll slowly sink and drown with everyday being another day closer to the point of no return.