Some days are so dark.

No one understands anything. Or has any empathy. Why should they in their pink fluffy world and they are adults and still live off their parents and act like teenagers. You bleed and they just ignore it. Or worse judge you and they have never lived your horror and still stood alone and strong.
I don't hold my bloody fingers out in the dark ...because no one wants to hold pain . I hold myself like always. Probably until the very end.