Darkness. Everything gets too much and the darkest thoughts enter my mind I think how I could just leave get on a bus or a train somewhere far away. Some money and a walk to the shop is all it can take sometimes, all my thoughts fighting, an Internal battle every day. The darkness wraps itself around my throat and holds me so tight I can't breathe, no one would really care, no one miss me they say they would and there'd be Facebook posts and snapchats looking for me but give it a week or two and they’ll all have moved on. Would anyone miss me if I died. Lots of people say they would. But would they miss Hannah with the blue hair, crappy jokes, who embarrasses them in public and the fake smile or would they miss Hannah the babysitter, the one who is a joke, the fat, one and the realtears but again, I will be on snapchat and Facebook for a week, the people who caused these feelings writing nice thing pretending they did nothing wrong, or maybe they’d be glad.
