Darling I'm worthless. My opinion should mean absolutely nothing to you. I am a satirical and cynical person, finding humor in all the wrong in the world. What am I to you? A simple pebble to the brightest star in the night sky. I laugh at my own pain, as it only drags me deeper into my depression. Maybe it is time that I face it. But I know that I never will. I am a scared boy at the gates of a haunted mansion. I am a mouse in the presence of a thousand snakes. I am fearful and nothing. I make no sense in my ramblings yet somehow people still choose to listen, rather than block out the noise. The demons in me keep me awake in these late hours.