Safety, it's a funny word. That's what I look for, that's what I've found...from others at least from hurt. It's gone but I still have fear, fear of myself and what I'm willing to do. I wasn't always like this. I can still laugh and feel happy, but she's always there, nagging trying to claw her way through the cracks of my facade. I hide the pain the suffering, I feel the happiness...or at least what's left.
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Shell of Myself
Short StoryTrigger Warning Canada Suicide Prevention: 833-456-4566 United Kingdom Suicide prevention: 1-888-628-9454 United States: 1-800-273-8255 Other countries Suicide Prevention, Organized alphabetically on Wikipedia: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_o...
