No I'm not okay. There's voices and eyes all around. No one to hear them no one there to believe me, maybe that's why they think I'm crazy. All I see is the darkness never the light maybe I'm not what I convinced myself to believe I am. Maybe I am just a figure of a girl who is hurting but can't escape. So she turns to the shadows to know she's cared for. So maybe that's why I can't leave,because I have a reason to continue being in the shadows. Maybe I am just stuck in a continuous cycle of hiding and stealth. No.... I am what is causing her to hurt, I am what is killing her. But all she knows is that I am the only one who can hear her cries of misery.
