The darkness surrounds me.
My lantern is gone.
His light gone out.
His spirit dead.
He is but a shell.
The darkness surrounds me.
Begging me to succumb.
I'm sick.
I cannot be healed.
I'm broken.
I cannot be fixed.
I'm useless.
Worthless.
Unloved.
This is what the dark tells me.
It's what it told my light.
I have done NOTHING.
But make everything WORSE.
Since the start the darkness played with us like it was just a game.
Slowly corrupting us.
Telling us lies.
Or are they unseen truths?
The darkness never liked my light.
It would always cover it with a blanket.
Guiding the razor blade along my skin.
The sweet sting comforting me.
I assume he did the same with my friend.
The dark tells me i should do things.
Take pills.
Play in the deep water.
Touch the fire.
Jump off the cliff.
Play with the knives.
Run in the street.
Don't eat.
Don't drink.
Don't sleep.
Don't listen to the people who say they love you.
They don't.
The dark says he's my friend.
A better one than the lantern ever was.
The only one I will ever have.
Is this true?
He says to eat a thing he gave me.
It looks like a dish detergent pod thingy.
I was told they are bad for you.
But I trust the dark.
He wouldn't hurt me.
Than why do I feel so...
Betrayed?
Empty?
Sad?
Lonely?
Insane?
Why do I feel like I'm dying?
Like the razor isn't my friend.
Like the lantern is still there.
Like darkness lied to me.
Like people do love me.
Why do I feel like I betrayed them?
Oh well.
It won't matter soon.
Because I ate it.
And now.
It feels.
Like I'm dying.
I'm no lantern.
I'm no fire.
I'm just a victim of the dark.
The incurable.
The truth.
The sadness.
The despair.
I'm just a victim of depression.
Maybe I could be healed?
Fixed?
Repaired?
Helped?
Maybe I could have been happy for just one sweet moment.
I had a chance.
And they wouldn't step up until it was too late.
I wouldn't step up.
My lantern will miss me.
His name is joy.
He loved me.
He would let me cry on his shoulder when darkness was a new thing.
He would tell me nice stories.
He would tell me about love and happiness.
He was my sunshine, my only sunshine.
He made me happy when skies were grey.
You'll never know dear how much I loved you.
Now I've let my sunshine slip away.
Good...bye...sun...shine.
I'm done.
I'm gone.
But I know now.
That I was loved.
By: shad0whuntress22
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