Crippling. I'm paralyzed. Who even remembers why anymore.
This whole song and dance is so old, I'm so used to it yet still.
The darkness creeps up on me, I stop laughing my smile fades so fast I barely notice the warmth leave my body till I'm shivering.
What the hell am I doing?
The rising nausea, my fingers shake, I swallow a shaky breath. Fight back the urge to crumple into the foetal position. I'm just a scared little girl, so terrified of doing or saying the wrong thing, of being useless, worthless...ever been in a room full of people yet felt so utterly alone you may aswell scream your anguish, it's fine, no one is listening?
Why now? I was fine. Everything was okay. Then that little voice again, who tells me to just stop, to forget it, don't even try, I'm a loser...each time jabbing me, tearing holes in my perfect light, letting the darkness back in...I don't even fight it anymore. It's coming whether I want it to or not. And like an old friend, it embraces me. It lets me weep, the little voice goes away, and it's okay that I'm alone. Because I'm in my own head, and nothing can hurt me in my own head. Right?
Out of the darkness.... Cometh the light
You are never alone, even when you are alone
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.