Darkness screams fear into my mind.
And when this happens, my body shakes uncontrollably.
Dear god they came again.
The tears that I felt ashamed to show.
They don’t understand why I act this way.
I don’t even know myself.
I convince myself I’m sick, my mind is just diseased.
I can’t please other people, I have concentrating hard and
The tears that fall down my cheeks are unexplained.
No one would say that’s normal.
Sharp blades, why do they have the answer, for just a little while?
Others fear these blades however I do not.
Why befriend anything else?
These are the only things I can pour myself out into.
Yet still darkness takes control of my conscience.
I can’t close my eyes without breathing hard.
I never understood how reaching for happiness would be so hard?
Do others fake it too?
Or were they blessed without this sickness?
Why couldn’t I have that? That well being that was so happily displayed in
this society? Was it because I fell victim to the crimson darkness?
Or because I gladly took the blade’s friendship in hand?

 
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