ParamountofDeath

...It's back... The darkness that creeps in from every corner. The darkness that I push back. The littlest of things are setting it off. A couple walking down the street. A knife. The salty waves pushing yet there is no ocean in sight. Walls collapsing all around. Sobbing sounds. Busying myself with friends no matter how unreal they are. But.... All thats gone now. The loneliness setting back in. Hours alone. Days.. alone. Not having the motivation to get up move around, do anything. The light that seemed small has faded into nothing. Although the spark was faint it was there...it was something. Now... Nothing I can do thoughts race, dreams h