I didn’t want to do this. I never thought I would actually do this to myself. I never thought I could do this to anyone else, especially those who I know did nothing wrong.

But their rights couldn’t cancel out the wrongs. I wish they did. I wish for nothing more then to still be by your side.

It doesn’t matter who you are. You reading this could have been someone special. Or you could have been ...

I can’t see their faces. Pitch black, zero deciphering features.

Who are you? Who am I looking at?

I used to believe the bodies surrounding me were those of loyalty, kindness, compassion. Souls I would want to be around.

Nonetheless, I find myself scratching at my face, ripping at my eyes, yanking at my hair, screeching and yelping, wishing for someone to hear me.

But their voices are always t...