Everything that breathes has had to learn how to cope. Some of us hide in a corner away from the world praying that we won't be seen. Some of us sit in silence and hope no one asks how it really feels to be alone. And some of us… well some of us close ourselves off with the plague. 

This plague captures our feelings and twists it with the worst intentions. This plague can come in many forms pretending to be our friends while it destroys us from the inside out. And once the plague has you it refuses to let go. 

You can scream for someone to hear you but it'll hold your mouth shut. You can think there is hope but the thought will never last long. The plague has a different kind of torture. It's the kind that no one hears or sees…

Because in this moment you feel truly lost. All of those memories of light and beauty cease to exist. Love and happiness have no name here. And any smile that you once had is no more.