• As the sun shines brighter, my soul grows darker.
    As the darkness grows, I slowly shatter.
    The happier my facade looks, the sadder I truly am.
    The more I cry, the deeper I fall into a depression that will one day consume me.
    Curiously, I ask myself,
    What would everyone i know do when the day came that i disappeared from their lives?
    Would they cry?
    Would some celebrate?
    But most importantly, to me,
    Would the few i cherish mourn?
    Psh.
    I doubt that.
    I can't change the course of time. Nor do I want to.
    Can't alter space.
    But I, at least, hope that I can change the worlds of:
    those who love me,
    those who hate me,
    those who are my friends,
    and those who call themselves my friends.
    And so I ask, What would you do the day I disappeared from your world?