SmileBecause

You were used to the darkness. You lived in it. You even welcomed it as you knew not any other world. You manipulated yourself around perfectly. Your still functioning senses became a little more heightened as you depended on them to replace what you had lost. Truly, your childhood sickness, despite its triggering insecurities, despite the obvious that came with the inability to visually enjoy the beauties of the world, they could not hold you down. But, this blackness was different. The coldness from the metal cuff cut into the raw skin of your wrists. The moistness forming along the bricks caused the chills along your spine to increase. Th

We spill our pain across the pages. But we must smile when it is read. For we cannot show our true emotions. Not of suffering, anxiety, or dread. For we are the bringers of dreams to the world. Our words are tales of healing light. So hide your tears behind a mask, And save them for a quiet night.