Rain ............ Freezing rain yet again
One of those days where the morning never ends.and tomorrow can't wait to begin . I think of myself as my own friend . I see myself often enough to pretend . I can't even kid around no matter how many letters I send . I keep dreaming a life like a tree where I climb to the top to see the end . Then it's on repeat where I fall back down again . I sit here and there in silence to mend . Before I stand back up an climb once more like I meant. On sunny days I put up my tent , because sometimes that energy , I don't get . I Kindle a fire so farfetched. That I would just love to forget. I'm not quite okay yet . Just me , my friend , and I , we've all met . and everytime the **** gets heavy , we jet. We run through forests and hills till we fall into a unforgettable pit . And we sit , in silence , and wait for how dark it can get .

The darkest place in the world is not a cave,
not a room with no windows,
nor even a real place.
The darkest place is my mind.

The darkest place sounds like a place with nothing,
no people,
no sound,
Nothing.
But there is always something going on.
Someone, something, a beast, a villain.
Talking to me.

Most don’t believe me that they’re real.
The ones that do believe don’t hear them.
Constantly in pain from the thoughts and never ending sounds.

The voices started off with just one,
then another one came, then more, and more.
Now everyday more come, more leave.
The ones that leave never come back.
The ones that come never stay.
They always leave.
Except the first one.

They say, not to name something you don’t want to get attached to but,
that’s what I did.
he’s loud, mean, annoying, but somehow I have come to like him.
Funny, helpful, reason and logic.
No one hears our conversations, only me and him.
The arguing and fighting with him brings me happiness.

The darkest place is not a real place, but our own minds.

Sometimes, you have to look back at your darkest past
to realize how bright your present is.