silent cry

there is a dark cloud. malicious and of evil intent. it creeps up on me, looming. threatening to consume. the carefree skippy thing i once was... is at risk of being lost. this dark cloud promises to play on my mind with depression and doubts and worries and fears. it threatens me with hurt, taunting me with potentially harmful decisions. it has all but suffocated the litte heart of mine with hopes and dreams and optimism. some can detect it, some can't. outwardly, i may seem fine. most of the time. to smile, to laugh, to joke, to plan. is it just a shell? maybe. am i too young for this? i think so.

god where are you in all of this? please help me...

- so who's emo now? -