bitter-sweet-reality

 Falling. Always falling. A dark abyss awaits me, welcoming me in with open arms. Within the darkness I found strength from my sorrows, peace from my pain; I would be a fool to resist, yet I do. I cling to the cliffs edge and see images of my family. Their blind eyes and their harsh words; they wish me to keep my sorrows inside, never wanting to see my pain for themselves. I saw my friends as well, their ignorant smiles and their blissful masks; as always, they are incapable of seeing my pain. They all stood so close and yet they seemed so very far away from me-- or was it that I was so very far away from them? Anyone of them could simply rea

    I will never forget that moment, as we drove towards the town, when that hopeless feeling sank in. Mother called it our new home, but I would never be call this isolated little town my home. I felt trapped. Something physically snapped within me as we drove past the towns borders. It didn't look like a strange place, but I knew the stories. Everyone in my old town did. This little insignificant town housed a cult. I know they were just stories but, standing in the town, I began to fear they true. The days to come terrified me. Sunday rolled around and my mother, like always, dragged me to church. I’m not a very religious person, t