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.