The nights are the hardest. Just laying there. Afraid to move, afraid to
breath, afraid to make a sound. My eyes open wide. Shadows fleck the
corners of my vision, and I am afraid.
Alone. Shivering even though I'm warm. It's nights like these that make
me want to die. To tear at my own flesh, until I become something
different inside. Something braver. Something stronger. Anything then
what I am.
Monday, January 18, 2010
The Nights...
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