bitter. now there's a word. it borrows deep in your soul. some try to hide it. others embrace it freely like a long lost cousin. it contains the power to drive yourself mad. it steals your joy, the little you gripped tightly in your hands, ripping it away like a precious gem. many of you will never live to tell the tale of breaking away from bitter's death hold. bitterness possesses an obsession with taking all you love and make it seem empty. his long fingertips longing to suck the life out of you; leaving you dry, empty and utterly hopeless. so run. run like hell is chasing. because it is. he'll drag you down and you'll never see the light again. keep running. it doesn't matter if your legs are tired or you're losing your breath. anything is better than death by the hands of bitterness.