Those people who you’d die for, no they don’t care.
For some people light always finds them, it’s like walking in the rain but for some reason it always stop. but for me, the dark always finds me. it’s like walking on sunshine but for some reason it always rain.
I’ve had enough.
Maybe the only way to escape the dark is to kill it, not escape it. Because I know I can never escape it. And to kill it means to end me. Ending myself is the only way to kill the dark. Someday I will kill the dark.