• my morning is bleek. the sun burns my soul with a memory of hapiness. i hide under the covers to block out the memories.to out the once happiness, now depression. where have i gone? my once vibrent, bright eyes are now dull and lifeless. going through life, just living, is just so excutiatingly painful. you made my life worth living. when i was with you, the sun's warmth filled me with hope. now i only hope for darkness. darkness where i can hide from you. hide from reality. hide from those distant meories of happiness that i will never get back. hide from myself. my strongest weapon is my mind. and when i use it against myself, i slowly kill myself inside.how can anyone save me from myself? how can i save myself? that is, if i am one worth saving...