Fear of the dark

There's a moment when you start seeing everything black. Don't let that happen. That's the moment when you realise you're dead on the inside. Nobody understands how petrified you are. Nobodu cares if you're fragile or not. Nobody. You just die alone. And nobody helps you. Nobody wants to face the reality and look for a solution with you. Not even your parents. And then you do something crazy. But they only care for a while. You'll eventually be left alone again. Nobody wants to help you clean yours tears. You may tell them how you feel about them, it doesn't matter to anyone. Only if you realy died. But then, you would have been selfish, since you knew you would hurt them. Everything you'll do from now on will be wrong for someone. Eventually, you'll sell your soul to the devil and live lifeless because that's the only way of being in inter-peace. You won't feel a thing. It's all something. You don't really know what it is, but is. And still, no one will see all the bad you're feeling. They'll never know how much the little things hurt. Maybe they're right, maybe I'm the one who's wrong, and so are you, if you feel like this. And the best part is: you're just looking for attention, or at least that's what they think.