Empress Reila
Community Member
Worst than evil
A cold realization gripped me. I don't have any friends. Anyone who i really can trust and talk to in my times of need. The dark hand of depression presses on me hard. A voice in my head whispers "What's the use of even being alive if you can trust no one?" I reconize its a part of me. An ugly dark part of me. The whisper becomes louder with this realization. My darkness taunts me. "Who truely knows you?" "Who really cares?" My body shakes. My heart beats hard. My blood pulses. My mind races for an answer. I come up with nothing.
What reason is there to live?
Who really cares?
Who wants to know me?