Short Stories, Thoughts and the Occasional Poem

What's in my darkness?

Depth. Blackness. No escape.
A depression too heavy to bear.
Why try? Why go on? And other questions just like those.
There are other things too.
Guilt and fear. Regret and wishes.
There's a dark desire to stop. Stop life. Stop holding on. Stop hurting.
But there's a stubbornness there too.
One that longs to go on. Longs to prove to myself that I can and will go on.
There's scattered bits of happiness and light.
Friends holding me as I cry. Listening to people laugh and hoping it'll seem real again.
Happy memories from my childhood that keep me moving in this blackness that I call home.
Keys to open the doors that I hope will lead me to light.
As I stumble through this maze of thoughts, hopes and seemingly endless darkness, I look up, because only at night can you see the stars.