The wind was blowing in an unforgiving way. I pulled my hood up higher and just kept walking. I knew if I stopped, all my thoughts would catch up. I’m tired of being alone, tired of not feeling worthy of happiness.

The scars on my arm began to itch to remind me of why they were there. I pulled my sleeve down and shoved my hand in my sweatshirt pocket. I don’t want to remember that the darkness is still there. It’s still calling to me, enticing me with the cold embrace of pain. I’m just trying to get away.

I look up at the sky, only to realize the canopy of trees blocked out the moonlight. How far have I walked? Where was I? It didn’t matter. There was nothing left for me back there.

I’m tired now. I’ll just lay down under the trees, in the soft grass. I’ll listen to sweet silence all around me. I’ll let it lull me into an dreamless slumber. Maybe, just maybe, this time, I won’t wake up...