I didn’t want to do this.

I never thought

I would actually do this to myself.

I never thought I could do this

to anyone else,

especially those who I know

did nothing wrong.

But their rights

couldn’t cancel out the wrongs.

I wish they did.

I wish for nothing more

then to still be by your side.

It doesn’t matter who you are.

You reading this

could have been someone special.

Or you could have been

...

I can’t see their faces.

Pitch black,

zero deciphering features.

Who are you?

Who am I looking at?

I used to believe

the bodies surrounding me

were those of loyalty,

kindness,

compassion.

Souls I would want to be around.

Nonetheless,

I find myself scratching at my face,

ripping at my eyes,

yanking at my hair,

screeching and yelping,

wishing for someone to hear me.

But their voices are always t...