All the things I wish I said

Without the Light

I know that I'm not perfect. I never will be. But the way you treat me, makes me think I'm not allowed to try to be, not perfect but okay. To be free, to be happy, to be me. And I can't handle it. It's overwhelming and it scares me. I'll admit it, I'm scared. I'm scared that I'm going to wake up one day, and know that will be my last day. Then I found this light, it's not 'the end of the road' kind of light. It's the kind that brings me out of the dark. And I'm holding on to that light. It's what keeps me from falling. And you make fun of that light, you seem to think it's stupid. I don't know what to do. And that scares me too. All my life, I have known where I was going, what I was doing, who I was going to do it with. And now it's like, you turned of the light. It's not gone, it's just not on. And I can't see anything. It's pitch black. I'm not afraid of the dark. I'm afraid of what happens in the dark. I'm afraid that I won't see the light again. That I won't see the sun come out again. I'm sorry if I hurt you, but I can't see in the dark. I found this flashlight, it's temporary but it's a light nonetheless. And now your playing with the flashlight too.