I was in pain. I cause pain. I lived through pain. But now I want to give up. People say they care but they really don't. People say they want to help but they hurt the most. But while battling my inner demons, I found a light. But are they strong enough, to help me in my fight?
This isn't going to be the typical story with dialogue. I'm writing this in a way that's similar to journal entries. (Warning, if this may trigger thoughts, please be careful reading and responding. Take care.)