"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