The Dark. As I lay here in the dark my past becomes real once again. You are here. I see you, right here in my room. You're not who you were. Your deep blue eyes, those eyes which I fell in love with, have turned a bitter cold. You are angry. But you have no right to be. You tear me apart with your words. You pick up every fault, spewing out words of hate, as if they were poison on your lips. I try so hard not listen, to turn away but your persistence defeats me. I begin to not only listen, but believe. The hate for myself builds inside me. I think of all those bad things I've done, those mistakes I've made. You tower over me, pushing me down. I cry. I'm so scared now. I just want it to be okay. Tell me it will be okay?
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