I'm hardly alive...

A lot of things happened.
Some were good, some were bad, some even pushed me towards depression. I hardly survived all the shit, all the lies, all the feelings. When everything seemed like it was slipping through my fingers and that there was no real escape from what was going on, something small always happened. Be it friends, mother, a pointless post on tumblr or a song. It did something that made light seep through a crack in my black world. And things got better. For a little while...
I'm still alone. I am still sad. And I'm still fighting my demons that are raging inside my head day and night. I almost gave up the other day, but it's so thrilling when you look into their black, soulless and hollow eyes and whisper "fuck you, i refuse to give up". For a moment it seems that you could conquer anything in the world. It's, as if, I'm a God. A God of my own world. And you know what? My world will help me pull through.



And as they say, the first cut is what gets you hooked.