Venting Blackness

[Fadeawaaaay]

I have found the only place I can find a little peace is laying on the floor of my walk in closet - I can shut the door and block out most of the light … the closet thing I can find to being not alive … simulating night time… everyday reality becomes more unbearable and a little more of who I was slips away …

 

[Lullaby]

Wow, I've been urging myself to do this lately too.

It's too bright outside, it's too loud; I just want to escape so badly. The closet is really just the perfect place. Mines is so cluttered that I can't, so I'm stuck hiding under the covers. It's miserable.

 

[locked*n*loaded]

It doesn't matter to me whether it is bright sunshine, or complete blackness. I'm still existing in either place. I can't escape my mind.

 

[its-about-time]

I have 100% blackout curtains on every window and rarely open them. I love being in my little cave.

 

[FuneralCry]

To me, there is no peace in this life, peace will only exist for me in death, I never feel relaxed and nothing ever eases my suffering. I do prefer night time to day though, but even night time is depressing now. I'm sorry that things are so unbearable and I know that it can be awful when things just get worse. I wish you the best.

 

[Fadeawaaaay]

Wow, I've been urging myself to do this lately too.

It's too bright outside, it's too loud; I just want to escape so badly. The closet is really just the perfect place. Mines is so cluttered that I can't, so I'm stuck hiding under the covers. It's miserable.

Under the covers is also comforting