Dichotomy

A conversation between Bold and Italic

She doesn't cry when she's hurt.
She doesn't talk much at all.
The taunting of happiness hangs over her head...

Nothing of her past is ever spoken to the those that share her dread.

"I'm just going through a rough patch."

She repeats these words and the words of 'one more day' she'll be fine.

Even though inside she farthest from alive.

Going in circles for hours, days, months, years...

There has to be more to her than just fear.

Fear of the unknown.
Fear of love.
Fear of pain.
Fear of going insane.

It's okay. It's okay little one.

You don't know that for sure!

Just keep your head up love.

The phantom feeling of his kiss hurts! I can't let go and I'm dying from standing still!

Let out your anger,let out your hurt. It's okay to be human, it's okay to have your words. You've buried your wounds so deep and they've been dormant for so long... Let it out love... Let them hear your song.

I can't... They won't believe me.

Then make them see!

It's not that easy! You're who I used to be! You're happy, you're bright! You're stable in your light! I'm not!

If you made it here once you can make it back again!

Quiet... Please just be silent... I don't know if I can, I'm not stronger than them...

No, you're not, but you don't have to be! All you need to do is believe! Believe that you're better, believe that you'll get there! It's better than ignoring the pain that lies here!

I can't.
You can.
Shut up!
Not ever again.
You only say that because you're who I used to be.
No, I say it because it is who you are, I've just been quiet, but I say no more!
Go away! Just meet me sleep...
I will never leave as long as you're weak!