A personal description
I'm as good at hiding emotions as a battle-hardened soldier.I'm as strange as an alien beast.I sometimes feel abandoned, like a man lost at sea.My depression smothers the hope brought before me like how the darkness eventually consumes the light.I'm like the ringing in your ears. Very faint, but always there, unnoticed until nothing is between us.Sometimes, I peel my skin back, for the pain reminds me that I'm real, like the sudden flash of hurt from biting your tongue.I'm a jumble of rotted vines, thorns catching your fingers as you reach within, giving you scars and drawing blood, only to find that the flower you thought would be within is wilted and dead.