Darkness will never hide you for long. I spend all of my time lying awake, terrified. Sometimes I wish they would catch me. I know I'd go to prison, but that'd be easier than this.
I've heard terrible things about prison, and yet maybe those were lies. I heard things about life, too, but those were clearly wrong.
Life was supposed to be happy, full of sunshine and rainbows. Well, I blocked out the sun and I blotted out the rainbow. Now everything is gray and dark.
Maybe I shouldn't even be writing this. It's probably the type of stuff they use in court and all that. But I can't help it.
I'm not a good author, sure. But that's not why I write. I have to. Because there's no other way to get free.
What else am I supposed to do at night?
I would call this insomnia, but that's not what it is. Insomnia makes sense. There's a reason, a cause.
What is this, then?
This is guilt.
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Apple of My Eye
HorrorIf only I could sleep. Days are bad when you can't sleep. Days are worse when you can't remember. Days are the worst when you can't forget what you've done, and you can't forget who you've done it to. For a long time, night was the only peace I ha...
