Skylar

In a manor in the woods, music can be heard, never ceasing. You may enter, they say, but never accept an invitation to dance.

Once again, my thoughts/feelings but more eloquent.

I hate it when my friend is sad, and I wrote this for her so she would (hopefully) be at least a little happier.

How I think about what people say

My experience with self-harm. PLEASE DON'T READ IF THIS IS A TRIGGER FOR YOU.

A voice that tears me down, even as it fights for me to be okay.

Thoughts on how I view a few points of depression.

The more the main character does good, the sooner they die, and vice versa.

Just a thing my brain thought of.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid of the dark. But perhaps, this is a better way to explain.

My experience with self-harm. PLEASE DON'T READ IF THIS IS A TRIGGER FOR YOU.