I see nothing. The bright colors are gone and they look like small fireworks when I press my hands against my eyes. I can't see the smiles of others. But they can't see my tears. I'm scared of the dark because you never know what's coming, but love it when no one can see me cutting, crying, pulling, and ripping myself from this world. No one can ask if I am okay because they can't see me. You see, the darkness isn't all that bad. The only thing is people can be suffering and you'll never know.
My eyes are filled with darkness. So is my head. This is why I am scared....I don't need help. I need love.
ns 15.158.61.21da2
