To be continued...

I cry daily. The tears don't always come. But the suffocating darkness, the never ceasing doubt of self and others consumes me. I try. Truly I try. Like a knight bedecked in armor I charge fearless angery into the day my battle cry, "I will be happy today." Only to be smited and fall again. So a shield I built. Sturdy and true. I trust it because I built it with my own hands. I'm proud of my defense. I am confident that I can not fail so long as I carry it with me. It blocks out the pain, it blocks out everything. It's so perfectly perfect. I think that it have no need to fight anymore. For I have a shield to protect me. My shield works to well. Not only does it block out the bad, it also repels the good. If I experience nothing then I can not feel anything. But if I cast away my shield I am defenseless and alone against an enemy that has grown while I was hiding. I couldn't defeat it then....what hope do I have now? Then I heard it. A voice in the darkness. A voice as shattered and broken as my own. It's painful cry drew me from behind my shield. I was afraid at first. Surely this was some trick to hurt me again I thought. Turning I ment to hide again. But I couldn't. So I called out bidding the other to come to my side! I have a shield you see to protect us. But they did not come. I watched then the darkness' listening for their crys. When I heard them again I stepped out from my shield determined to find them.....