"everything's okay," I say to myself. when my life is full of people, people who give me love, attention, everything's okay. I feel full, hopeful. I never let myself feel the pain that slithers like a snake and wraps itself around my heart. the minute I'm alone, I feel the tendrils of darkness begin to enclose around me. suffocating me leaving me with nothing not even a shred of light and sometimes, just sometimes, it's enough to want to make me disappear forever even though there's not much of me left