Have you ever watched the light inside a person fade?
The darkness has been there as long as I can remember, but I’ve always found ways to feed the flames and keep the light from dimming into complete nothingness.
I can’t shelter my light from the rain any longer.
I watch each drop, each day, each tear, drown away what’s left of my hope.
Hope for a feeling other than misery and sorrow.
Emptiness.
Hate.
How do I protect my light?