Unspoken words in proses.

F(r)iend

Sitting on this chair while writing these words. I have been into these shits, yet here I am, wondering to myself why this hand continues to move.

I sometimes feel vulnerable everytime my pen starts to bleed. Yet, I told myself that it's better to let my pen bleed, than slit my wrist. Those emotions I have been trying to forget hunts me again, just like a demon in my dreams. But hey, it confuses me— why does those demon don't scare me anymore? Why does it seem as if... They are more like good companions, than humans?

It might be because I am much scared of people who are much evil than demons themselves. I found peace in the dark, without getting scared of demons attacking for I know people would be the worse thing to attacked whenever you feel emotions— the ones who'll break you by making you feel like your emotions would never be valid.

And it makes me realize one thing; some people are actually the demons lingering in the dark to whisper such thing as "Worthless" not only mumbling, but by showing you how unwanted you are. Covering your ears won't stop the mumbles, nor covering your eyes does stop the actions. Not until you give up, and 'hang' up. For this world's enemy isn't really the one who look 'evil' but most likely those who are called 'demons in disguise.'