You know that feeling when you can’t trust anyone, even yourself?
You know that feeling when you hate to see a small light in your room full of darkness?
You know that feeling when you are alive outside, but you feel like you are dead inside?
You know that feeling when all that you want is to scream aloud, hoping that someone will hear you?
That feeling when you feel alone even if there are plenty of humans around you?
That feeling when you want to end your life because you are tired of fighting?
That feeling when you miss someone so fucking much but you can’t see her/him, why? Because they’re gone.
That feeling when you want just a small hope to keep fighting.
I’m Skye Blue Adams, and that’s exactly how I feel.
My family tells me all the time that I’ve always been smarter than the other kids around my age. I’ve always been cheerful and happy in my childhood, but I’ve changed a lot. And that because of what happened seven years ago.