I'm Fine || Not Really

No, I'm not depressed. But sometimes, when the demons feel like they might win, and there's no one that I can tell, I can't help but print out the pain, and twist them into stories of their own.

I'm not sad, I just don't know how to go on without the words that always fall on such deff ears.

When I write, I can be free of my silence. This is me being me, not the me that everyone knows, but the me that comes out when the sky gets dark and the silence becomes to suffocating.