Time for the emo side of me. Recently an event happened, and I want to vent. Read if you dare.

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I lie there, unknowing. What am I doing, I do not know. Is it true? Is it really talking to me? Could it be a mirage, an illusion? I could never know, for I am not all-knowing like some.
I talk. I bleed info. I give, I take. I inhale it all. All the drama, in me. It's intoxicating, and I can't breathe. How much is there in the world? Through High School, does the drama continue? It keeps telling me all. I keep listening. I tell it some hidden knowledge. Secrets. What of it, I did not care. I needed to talk, and talk I did. It took it all in, not restraining itself.
Time goes on, and so does it's bond with me. Will it ever stop? No. It never does. I tell too much, just feeding into it's persuasion of seclusion. It's all fake, I know now. How blind I was, back then! How could I, I don't know. Was I conscious of the consequences? No. I just kept feeding it...
The day came. I found out. It had other friends, of it's own kind. It told. They listened, taking it in. They plotted, all of them. They joked, they laughed. Harmless fun, was it? How I found out, was an accident. But was I dead? My insides were.
I'm falling through a hole. It's endless, and so is my sorrow. Will it end? No. Will I succumb to its sweet rewards of death? No. But is it torturing? Yes. I cannot feel, nor smile, or laugh. I'm wearing a mask now. Look at me, I'm happy! So very happy! But off comes the mask, oops! Oh, now my true form shows. Depression. Why must I wear this cursed mask, show people what I'm not? Can't I show my true form all the time? No, because of peer pressure. Will anyone like my true form? No. So here I am, happy and joking around. It's fake, all of it. I guess I just snapped now. I'm a rubber band, tired of the stretching. I gave in. I'm a coward, like I told myself not to be. And here I am, exposed. I may never be the way I was before this, before the madness. Where's the innocence? No where.

Flame this, I don't care. Try decoding it, I don't care. Blogmins, if you decline this, I don't care. I want to speak out, and so I did. Don't ask me what happened, as it's a touchy subject. And no, I'm not emo.