There was a time when hopelessness filled my being, when I grew tired of staying afloat, and when I slowly succumbed to the numbness that lingers within.
Like the darkness became my comfort, when the abyss became a friend, when the void became my favorite pain to dwell in.
Filled with the severe anonymity of what the bright and shining light felt like, I was trapped.
And when all hope seemed to slip away, life became dull and sunken were my eyes; and the silver almost touched the red underneath the porcelain.
But then again, I remembered.
I am nineteen.
