In the darkest deepest parts of our minds and souls live the little frightening things that we are afraid to tell the people around us. Things that we store away but yet these little demons continue to suck the life right out of our very soul. We then not only harbor these beings of darkness and evil but we feed them and nourish them with our fears to disappoint others and our feelings of inadequacy. We give them our desires and they replace them with our insecurities. There is no way to force them out even though we may be able to control them for a while. We think that we are their masters but we are merely slaves to a never-ending tortuous game played only for their amusement. I have lost their game. Foolishly I tried to play thinking I was strong enough to bend them to my will. Instead, they took the last shreds of me, which could love, or care and have mashed them into sullen rags. They have taken everything from me and yet I still look for someone or something to blame for the darkness in which I now wander. These things deep with in me are me and I am the one to blame for my own pain and suffering. I have taught myself to hate me. I now don’t know how to feel but one way…lost. I don’t care anymore, I give up. Now I wait for the final move of the game alone and cold…broken.