I said I was fine. I didn't know muttering those few words could damage me so badly. I didn't know that my personality would slowly deteriorate, leaving nothing but a shell of the person I used to be. I had no clue that I'd get so bad. I would just say I'm fine, a smile permanently stitched upon my face. Each day happened, and I faded a bit more. No one saw inside my eyes. They couldn't see the wounds that covered my body like I could. They couldn't feel how bad each minuscule failure I made clawed deeper, letting the blood of rue pour swiftly down my arms and legs. The blood that I drowned myself in. I couldn't fight it. I didn't know how to swim, so I let myself suffocate in the viscous crimson liquid, which took over my life. No one knew this though. I felt like no one was there to help. I felt lost. Abandoned. This was yet another reason why I willingly let myself drown. I figured I deserved it. I figured that if no one wanted me, then why should I be able to breathe? Little did I know, my mouth wasn't the only thing with stitches. My eyes were sewn shut, unable to see reality or any sort of absolute truth. These eyes of mine couldn't see all the people who cared so much for me, and gave so much to help me. All because I stitched them shut. I did have some help. Help from a demon that crawled into my mind. He whispered fabricating truths, truths that I never realized were lies. He grew stronger with each passing day, and I willingly let him, because I felt like he was the only honest creature in my life. That's why I willingly agreed when he told me to stitch my eyes shut. No one knew about how bad I got. I would usually just spill lies from my careless lips, and people thought they were true.t's hard to help someone when everyone believes they're fine. No one saw the bleeding that came from the corners of my mouth, from that needle that stung ever so badly. No one saw into my eyes, cause I couldn't see out of them. Not until one day. A day that I thought would've been just like the rest. Who knew one day could change a person forever? This single individual saw my pain. I didn't understand how. I thought I hid my meaningless issues so well. This one person saw the wounds that covered my vessel. Instead of running, this individual bandaged these cuts. Bandages that stopped the bleeding, so I could finally breathe. Then I couldn't take it anymore. I let this one kind individual hear the truths. I stumbled over each word, but I managed to let the truth out, despite the demon screaming ever so loudly in my ears. Yet again, instead of running, this person told me their name. Medicus. Medicus then cut the faded strings that kept my mouth in an everlasting grin. Then the painful strands that bound my eyes shut for so long. could finally see. I saw everything at once. Tears filled my eyes at the sight of everything. The sight of hope. The sight of forgiveness. The sight of truth. And then I wept, cleansing me from the lies and darkness that held me for so long.
