5๐ช๐ถ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ช๐ธ๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ซ๐ป๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ๐ผ
It's a little after the devil's hour and all you can do is ask yourself. "Where's the sunshine in my cloudy life?" The little ray of light to once again give me courage. Courage to continue this fight. Courage to not spiral out of control. To not cut myself. To not drug. To not cry. To not get swallowed into the dark depth and prison in my mind? Courage to live yet another day. And then you realize you've been pushed far too long even beyond the boundaries you never thought you would cross. So much solace, so much love yet also so much inflicted pain. How is it possible to have all of these things that are so different from each other. What happens when you feel yourself surely drifting away. Slowly but definitely. Yet you let yourself be carried away because you're hopeful. Hopeful that the outcome will be different this time. That even when people see through all your scars and chaos , it won't drive them away. And then you realize the naivety ...