The darkness crept up slowly , no not the darkness you see. The darkness that lurks inside me. It was about 2 a.m. when the bullet of sadness hit. The tears came from my eyes at first. Clear , cold drops dripping off my face onto the floor. I shuffled across my room to open my dresser. I grabbed the shiny object from under my socks and made my way back to my bed. I slipt under the covers and the tears came from my wrists. Warm , deep red tears flowing from my veins onto my cool bed sheets.
The cold tears and warm tears collided on my skin making me feel alone. You can't simply drown these kind of demons , they're different... they know how to swim. But if they don't drown, they'll push me under instead. I can't kill them without killing myself. If I can't save myself from drowning in my demons and losing everything I have , maybe I can save me from myself. I can't just tell people how I feel , yes they say they will dry my tears, but they mean the clear tears from my eyes. No one will wipe away the dark tears streaming from my wrists. Maybe , just maybe , one day I will find someone who will see the marks the red tears leave and take me to my wonderland, but I can't fall for it so easily...for what if the wonderland they show me is as fake as my smile.
