It began slowly.
It began with little moments that you set yourself up for.
Getting to school too early.
Not picking up a phone call.
Not finishing a homework piece worth 40 points.
Slowly, it started snowballing.
Growing and growing.
Dark shadows that lurk in those moments grew.
They took form as your friend, family and teachers.
They'd whisper dark things to you.
Enchanting you.
Asking you to dance with them in their lustful and dark dance.
Where all is allowed and tolerated.
Where no one pays attention to you.
Where you don't have to feel sorry for being sad.
Where you don't have to be strong for anyone.
It's just you and the shadows in a delirious and rhythmic tango.
Where no one can hear your voice crack.
Where no one can see the paranoia eat at you from inside out.
Where no one notices your restless and trembling hand and fingertips.
Where no one will comment on your furrowed brow and longing expression.
Where all you can feel are basic, empty emotions.
Where you are free the swim in the dark.
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Tragedy blooms in the dark
Historia CortaA boy deals with depression that seems to stem from everywhere. From his friends, family, sexuality and everyday stress, until he shows up and leads him out of the dark.
