And it's back. The all too familiar darkness is now creeping into my mind. No thanks to you, Of course. I was okay. I really was. But I make one decision for myself and you had to throw me back to it; The unforgiving darkness that will slowly, But surely, Rip me into pieces that I just put back together.
Can you not get it through your thick mind that you only make it worse? I tell you that the darkness has left, But you continue to question my judgement of my own mental health. So much so that I start to question it myself. I question everything that I believe. Maybe I'm just lying to myself to hide how terrible I feel. Even if I am lying to myself, It's better than facing the fact that I am messed up inside. I need help that I cannot get. So why bother acknowledging something I cannot change? Ignorance truly is bliss.