You never realize how alone you are until you sit in the dark… pitch black even, hearing those voices tell you things wouldn’t do if you were sane but, I’m not crazy these voices are a nightly battle that I have to face with the deepest wounds from the night before. Now, I don’t believe that people can see my scars because if they did why haven’t they rescued me. Nine times out of ten I will say I’m fine— everyday I do is just a lie to cover up the ongoing heartbreak I feel. What ever happened to the people who said the would have my back but here I am alone… AGAIN in a world where people only feel good by hurting others. Alone with my thoughts crying out for someone to hear me on the inside but the blank expression on my face shines through and it’s overpowering me. When will someone realize I’m at my end— tired of sitting alone, empty...the brink of giving up. Until someone breaks me away from this feeling, here I am, back at square one with my thoughts.