Darkness… thats all I see. It swirls around me growing and growing. It twist on itself like a dark flaming torrent. It gets bigger and bigger. All I can see is this abomination of a thing all around me. I am horrified. “what the hell is this!” I scream. Thats when I hear the laugh, and as soon as I hear it I realize something. The darkness is… my soul. Its whats left of what I used to be. It has rotted inside of me. It has grown like my rage, frustration, and deppression. Then I start to laugh with it. I laugh and laugh. My laugh becomes the laugh of a madman. This is when i realize that that is what I am becoming. A madman. A lunatic. Yet strangly it comforts me.
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Am i the only one who sometimes if anyone will save them? Or do you wonder who that person could be and why?
Save yourself , at least try to , as hard as it may seem , everything around is darkness , at least we can admit it.
None of you get it.
The real question to ask is do you care if you’re alive tomorrow. If the answer is no, and I’ve been telling people I simply don’t want to see it coming, and don’t want to feel it, then the damage is done. To the best of my knowledge, this damage is permanent too.
Doings something about it is simply a matter of comfort, confidence, and opportunity.
There is NOTHING more depressing than a failed attempt, and I know from personal experience. But y’all showed me what I needed to know. Much thanks.