Is there a light on the other side--at the end of the tunnel?
Can you hear me? Can you see me? I am here.
Here alone. Invisible within darkness. Smothered by unwanted thoughts. I'm in a nightmare. Day in, day out.
"Take my hand," she says, her eyes are black as cole. Her heart is cold. "Come with me."
Darkness has come. It's ready to take me away, throw me down a rabbit whole.
Where have the butterflies gone? The sunlight? The bright blue skies. They're somewhere, in another world perhaps.
"Take my hand," she says again, "I see you. I can hear you."
I take her hand, she swallows me whole, into a whole other world. I call her "Her. or "She".
Who would want to name the monster that living inside of your head?