AaronTheRocker

I like the message you have in this, "The art of self deflecting is dangerous and will swallow you whole if you don't grab a hold of it." That is a true line we should all know of.
Darkness is one of the strongest forces in the universe to make us lost, but light can peer through showing us some direction where we are going.
Again, with some music based stuff for how you bring up God in this writing, it reminds me of the song "Love Me" by a Christian Metal band, Holy Soldier, that hits the meaning home for me when these lyrics are brought in,
"I've died inside
Open my eyes
God, are You still there?
It's up to You
To see me through"
I'll also check out Passion.
Sorry that this comment is a little long.

This is pretty gnarly.
I noticed that it's only two sentences, but that's what made it perfect because I thought of it as a narration that someone is saying so you don't listen for breaks in a sentence, but the overall idea of how it flows together.

Respect.

It worked well. It worked so well that I could only help to think that for the last sentence, I wish it was broken up. Thinking that to make it stand out stronger the last sentence would be,
"So she sits in silence, in tears.
Silently screams."

I believe having that action be by itself would enunciate the message from being heard and recognized to being just something that only one's self knows.

Appreciate the overall awareness put forth of seeing both sides of the good and bad.

This is a reality people live with and I and others wish no one had to deal with this sort of situation let alone harm in general, but when it comes to these situations I wish and hope that victims of this put there foot down before it happens by being straight forward and become lions at the moment of saying "no" and fighting back.

Somewhat in relation, this is another reason why I advocate for concealed carry. So situations like this can be deterred before it happens. If truth can't make someone stop, I'm sure branding a weapon, like a gun, would quickly resolve the problem so it doesn't become worse. And if that doesn't work, well looks like the trigger has to be pulled then. Sounds harsh and haste, but if it's gotta be stopped, it's gotta be stopped and put to an end.

Also, the after events of a serious topic like this has damaging results. I never have been physically assaulted or sexually assaulted, but I don't like hugs, holding hands or even a pat on the back. My body and mind just can't handle that especially if it's someone new to me. I make it clear to them, not in a mean way, but obvious, that if they touch me or "trap" me (like a corner of a room), if you will, whether in good intentions or not I will push and fight back. I don't mess with that shit. Do that to other people who can tolerate it or understand your purpose, just don't do it to me.

Sorry if this got deep and personal, but these situations just eats at me and I get easily irritated and frustrated by it, but most of all, sorry that this has happened to you and I hope life is still and turns in a good direction for you.

Usually I have a speech written out when I comment on your works. This time I don't.
Not that I don't have words for you, but I believe that music can be the messenger - it's certainly stronger and more unique when put up against my words.

Two songs came to mind when I read your work.
I hope you take a listen to and find what you are looking for and encapture it in yourself.

Queensryche - Someone Else?
Glenmore - Take On A Shining Star

Sometimes the sadness and emptiness we feel and think is exactly what we need. We aren't computers after all programmed to perform the same tasks over and over. It's a relatable position though that seems to be persistent nowadays.

Maybe it's just a phase or a search for a cure where there is none. We control our inside, but not the outside. Perhaps we look to the outside to fulfill the inside when we ought to measure our mind and reasoning for what and why we are. As for you writing this, the solution is probably closer than you think. You are processing the present comparing it to the past and now perceiving the future.

But, like the old saying goes, time will tell.

I wish you well on this journey of life.

Alright.
This is totally classic horror right here. Reminds me of something that would be an episode of Night Gallery and Twilight Zone.
To have a dream and process through it as if it were real to then come to the conclusion that it may have actually happened.

Okay, first I wanna say, thank you for walking inside my mind for a full 204 words of this writing.
Next, I believe you mean "Figment" of my imagination, not "fragment".
Third, if a bear walks into the woods and eats berries, do the two words "bear" and "berries" become one word called "bearries"?
Lastly, let's keep our unique minds just between us if that's cool with you.