(Authors note: I hate the way I wrote this. Please don’t cringe <3)

The whispers on the wind beckon me closer,

wrapping their fingers around my wrist and gently drag me along.

They lead me down a winding path filled with thorns and wild beasts,

scrapping my skin,

leaving me dripping blood behind.

They voice my darkest fears,

shattering my thoughts into countless fragments.

But I fight against their once gentle grip.

I try to not collapse and scream into the void.

Yet,

despite my resistance, I find myself listening.

Knowing deep within that their words ring true.

Because somewhere in all the light that I exude,

There’s a darkness at my core.

And that’s the most painful truth of all.