I am afraid of the darkness here.
An empty void that just won't fill
Waiting for the bright blinding smile
Your smile.
If I had some company, one speck of light,
the void would fill itself.
But I am stuck here,
haunted by the ghosts and shadows I call 'friends.'
But if they're friends,
why is it that it's so dark and dreary here?
I've been here so long that even sunlight is so blindingly bright.
So bright that I must divert my eyes and hide under the cover of darkness again.
You left me here.
I didn't want that to happen.
I am afraid of the darkness here.
YOU ARE READING
Diary of the Lost
Short StoryThey might be a bit stupid, but bear with me. I semi-promise that these will get better. Just gotta wait for the right amount of inspiration.