Light.

I think I'm safe.
I think I'm okay.
"It only happened one time" I tell myself.
I keep thinking the hell I experienced was a one time thing.
I keep thinking I'm done with it.
Not until I start slipping back.
Slipping back into the darkness.
Farther.
Farther.
Farther.
I start to slip back into the darkness they call
Sadness.
Despair.
Depression.
But then I start to repress it.
"You're fine." I tell myself.
"Nothing's wrong." I lie to myself.
Not wanting to wake up is not fine.
Not wanting to socialize is not fine.
Not moving the whole day and being fine with it is not fine.
Feeling nothing close to happiness is not fine.
Speaking of feelings,
I feel as if every one of my emotions has ran away.
I feel as if my soul is slowing fading day by day.
As if I'm losing a hold of myself.
I am falling.
Deeper.
Deeper.
Deeper.
Into this darkness.
But:
It's always easier to find a light in the darkness.