I grew up happy and carefree. Not a single worry. I wish I could go back to those days of simplicity...
I was getting older, and becoming more aware of the world. The issues and complexeties of society. I was doubting eveything that I had believed before, my identity was fading. I didn't know who I was anymore, or what I wanted to be.
Pretending was turning into normalcy, and my mask was always present. Slowly slipping into constant dread and fear. People I thought I knew were becoming shadows. It felt as if my entire past was a lie.
With my fears and anxieties growing and the depressing shadow looming over me and my future, I began to loose hope. Believing I would stay in this broken, unforgiving state. I harmed myself to see if I could feel anything else...but all that came from it was guilt and scars.
The dark closing in on me, and my vision blurred from tears. Silently hoping someone would see me. I wanted to be heard, noticed, rescued...I was blinded by the empty void surrounding me, without the ability to see ahead.
Just as I was about to give up all hope that still remained, I was approached by my peers. They held out their hand, and welcomed me into the light that I had longed for. They have me hope, freedom, love, and support. And I did the same for them.

I had been found.
And I will always love and treasure them.
Thank you for bringing me back.