On the outside everything is bright and shiny. You would never know how dark it is inside of me.
I do my best to cover it up but it’s starting to get harder. The darkness doesn’t want to give up its hold on me.
I belong to it. I am it’s pet. It’s submissive.
I crave clarity. I crave clear skies and the brightness of the sun, but no matter what I do it won’t disappear, it only grows.
Some days its hold over me is so great that I’m no longer me. I hide in shadows emulating the feelings from deep down within.
All I want do do is bask in the glory of the light. But it won’t let me.
I want it to stop.
I want it to.
I want it.
I need it.
I’m scared without it. I don’t want it to leave. It’s my comfort blanket. It’s a part of me.
I’ve become so used to it that I can’t see a life without it. If it ever left me I would be lost.
I’ve become the darkness.