• Its dark...Always dark. And quiet. This is my own little world sometimes in my head.Void. In this void i can ignore the world outside. Ignore peoples comments and stares i feel on my back. I feel my parents worry, old freinds disgust, elders stares and whispers, but most of all the weight I carry most and feel the most the thing allways screaming in the back of my head is my own anger, hurt, frustration, and emotion. Some people call me insane. Some call me sucidal. But most call me selfish and undeserving. Myself included. But even when the day is good and happy, at the end of the night shadows come and seep through my mind and drown me in pain. Forever in shadow. On the outside i put on a show. A smile that is a lie. Everyone watches the show and some suspect but they cant prove my lie. I am well known among lots of people for me thrashing out and hitting the closest thing. So i bottle it all up and keep it tightly bound. And when my bottle is filled, I add another. But sometimes the shadows whispers become screams and i cant take it. So my onlly option is to block them out. But to block them Iblock them in my own pain. These shadows I damn the to the seventh circle of Hades and dance around the flames as the shadows become ashes before my eyes!