I wrote this last week. Yes, I know that isn’t a long time ago but it is something that strikes a chord in me. I wrote this when I was feeling helpless. Right now I feel as if no one sees me. No one hears me, but I explain it to them and they don’t understand what they are doing to me. This is about the pain I have been feeling due to people telling me I am not worth anything. And you know what they say, “actions speak louder than words” and they do. They may not say “I hate you” to my face, but they do when they talk behind my back, when they snicker at each other about me, and when they don’t speak to me. This is how I feel, where I have been these past few months. I created it because I didn’t know who to talk to about it. But now I do, and this is my homage to the darkness. A place I have become all too familiar with.