Articulate.

How easy it is to place a word for everything.

Fat.
Thin.
Ugly.
Beautiful.
Objective.
Depressive.
Angry.
Broken.
Quantify.
Emotion.
Control.
Crazy.

Do you even bother to understand the person behind it? Is aesthetic so important that everything else pales in comparison? Limited to this box, if I could, I'd cross you out furiously and tear you to shreds just to prove my point. The scale tips precariously to the edge and dangles; how do you find that release?

Being an addict cannot be articulated subtly. How do you feel? How do you act? How is it that people can judge you so easily? Can you not understand the person inside? What can you say to the poor man who feeds his soul but not his stomach? Could you blame the person who gives up on life? Cowards; to attempt suicide. What pushes them to that cliff? Giving up. Forgetting. Loneliness creeping and clawing into that small darkness, piercing its thorns into that warm bliss to expand the dark cloud.

How do you find a reason to life when you don't want it badly enough? Your problems are magnified only in your sphere. Exposed to the squalor that life can throw at you, compare a worm to a dragon. Fight, or keep trying to move on; even if the leg that you put forward rots and disintegrates. Hold your head high and be the master of your own soul.

It is indeed amazing how something that cannot be comprehended invokes the deepest emotions you thought you buried and sealed away completely. Solace, open your arms and embrace the lost sheep.