So let us close ourselves off to the dead world around. It may move but so does a snake with no head. What is the point.we shut the door, lock it, draw the blinds the light feels good but the light is theirs it does not belong to me. Not like the darkness that is my own. It is mine this void is me. I find comfort next to this bottomless pit they have deemed my mind. They say it's wrong and not right. What do they know when they've never experienced night. Even if the light, the "right", could penetrate this black. Wouldn't do much of anything except maybe male a crack. These dark thoughts have fortified my walls, and my tears have become an impenetrable shield against all that I'd good. Because tonight, tonight like all nights. I wish to be alone.