It’s dark and deafening where I am. The silence is piercing my ears. I am lost. I can’t find my way back. In the darkness I am at home. I am lost but still I roam. I’m just this side of Heaven on the Outskirts of Hell. I don’t want anyone to join me there. This is my hell.
It hurts sometimes. Being myself isn’t easy. There isn’t much understanding or acceptance given to me. I give until I have nothing left. I’m all tapped out at the moment.