DEEP DOWN

...This sucks.
No one understands how hard it is.
Being me.
It feels as though I am my only friend, as though the bright light at the end of the tunnel, the one that shown so bright in my past, the one that gave me hope, hope to keep going, the one that gave me security, has been turned off.
Instead, I am walking farther into the darkness, into the cold, dreary world without a map; A place where I do not belong.
Yet, I am there. Alone.
There is laugher coming from the mouths of others, smiles dancing upon their lips. I try the same, I try to be sucked into the happiness, into the fun, but the darkness surrounds me like a sheild, all the things I long for richocheting off of it, or being sucked into the pitch black. It is as though I am marooned on a deserted island in the middle of a dark, deep ocean. My only escape: Me. Being me.

© Erin Leigh/ Professor Loel