I can't be the only one who's mind has resided in dark places. Dark places where the demons praised you for hurting yourself; hurting your family. Dark places where it seemed like there was no way out because you were alone. Who would want to help you? You were a freak.
That is until one day somebody looks at you torn skin with so much pain that you couldn't bear to be the cause. The demons said it was okay to hurt yourself and you family, but chastised you for inflicting pain upon those you crave the love and respect of most: your friends. The ones who didn't have to be a part of your life, but chose to because they cared. These were the ones you couldn't bring yourself to hurt.
It was hard, but eventually I got back to where I needed to be. I had escaped the darkness within me. I was free and unbound from burden and misery.
Until I wasn't.
Pain tends to lurk deep down in your soul until your life is going perfect. Everything is exactly the way it needs to be, then all of the sudden you are back on that downward spiral. This time, my emotions weren't to be relieved on my skin. I wish the demons had taken pity on me and let me. I could no longer feel; I was numb. As emotionless as one with no love or ambition. I was a puppet for the demons. I was their plaything. They controlled the way my emotions worked. I was left unaware of the people I hurt and the things I had done. It continued this way until I had driven everyone and everything away. I could suddenly feel again. I could see the things I had done. I needed somebody to turn to for help..
I was alone again.
But this time, there was nobody there to help me.
