It’s probably too late. I feel my words may be falling on deaf ears. I try to show you my pain, but blinded eyes are all I am faced with. How can I begin to let anyone in when I know that once you step through my door, you be looking for a way out?
Why should you care about my darkness when you are busy searching for the light in your own life? I don’t blame you for being preoccupied. How can I expect you to make me a priority when your To Do list is so long?
I can battle against my own nightmares, dance with my many demons, glare at the shadows in my own dark corners and fight to drown out the voices that torment me along the way. I don’t need your assistance. I’m ok, so don’t you fear.
Go on with your own life, I’m at home laying right here.