inside of me. there is a thin line between the dark and the light. it seems i get pulled in more, and more. i used to care. now my feelings are black. that was until i met him. i was black on the inside alone and helpless. him. he pulled me out. stoped the cuts to my wrists. he made me laugh. when he leves i'm sad. i need him to survive. hi that special person. will i drag him in? or, will he pull me out?
