Living in silence...mutity...not knowing what it is like for others to know what you are going through. It is like living in darkness, an abyss. It feels like nobody understands.

The words that can not flow out of my mouth flow through my quill and out onto the paper. The paper is my best friend. It is the only thing that seems to understand what I am going through, and it speaks back to my mind. In the distance of my inner abyss, I see a small glow peeking through the black veil when I write.

Having an impairment, depression and mutity, people call me a freak, and I wish then that I can speak. I am one, and the only reason I wear black is not because I am Gothic, but it is because I want for people to see my inner being and to see that it is no sport making others' lives miserable. I will never bleach. I am afraid I do not know how.

Your greatest friend of all,

Cryss Undine

P.S. Stay strong and take advantage of the fact that you are not forever silent.