Life's like a typical horror movie and you are the lead character. I encounter people on a daily basis and each of them are like human with little monsters with them.
It's been a trend lately that being real is something we don't do.
Behind our smiles are the creeps in our heads, the depression scars and the fears we hide. I've been living inside my dungeons. For years now, I've fin'lly learned the art of putting on a happy mask. I am never happy. I was never happy.
Inside my dungeon, it's dark and silent. All I can hear is my loud cries. These cries are the replica of my forgotten feelings, my undesired pains. In this world where crying is considered a weakness, I found my strength in the tainted walls and the rusty rails of my prison. To some, being on a dungeon is a punishment.
To me, being in reality is a life sentence.
Inside my dungeons, I found peace. I found the freedom I needed. Nobody would talk against me, nobody would judge me. Inside these dungeons are my fairy tales and my happy ever afters.
After the constant failures, I learned not to keep my guard downs. The world is much more cruel than the silence and the darkness of these uninhabited place.
