I'm in a dark place right now. 

Naturally, I had no control over whatever the hell sent me tumbling into this dark place so all I can do is acknowledge that I'm here and let the loneliness take over.

Have you ever laid in your bed and just wanted to be held and be told everything is going to be okay? Have you ever wanted this, realized it's not going to happen and just want to die right there in your bed for a lack of interest in going on?

I have.

I do.

I am.

Here's where the line blurs between insanity and disorder and people assume I lie in my bed because I'm suicidal. I'm not suicidal in the sense that I'm going to sit there and try to kill myself. No. Sometimes I just want to die. Sometimes it's too dark to put up with and I lose the will find the light.

I'm stuck in the dark right now. I'm stuck, I want out, but I know it's going to be a while.