Knowing its the last sunrise.

Belief is what hurts us. Belief that there is something better out there, belief that people can change, belief that there is nothing bad in the dark. You can't explain the darkness, the beings that dwell there, Doubt, Disgrace, Pain. They have minds of their own, calculating manipulation to places of duress. Pain chooses time as its first weapon, narrowing down your chance to catch the sunlight. Disgrace takes away the tiny streams of light that catch in the air by reminiscing, but Doubt sets the wound into over drive. Doubt retraces your step over the past 4 years, every person you gave your phone number to, every boy that you met, every boy you kissed, every friend you ever angered. So when you find yourself sobbing in corner of a room that sees to sun, where the moonlight cannot even penetrate, know it was one of the Three Evils that put you there.