The  darkness holds the silence.  The darkness knows the fears. The darkness holds the tears from all the pain I hold so dear. The darkness holds my secrets and brings me to my knees. The darkness has been my secret diary that no one ever sees. 
I speak into it the words that fall upon deaf ears. I cry into it tears that have yielded no remorse because of others fears. I scream into it sobs of anguish and pain. 
The darkness is my solitude because it holds no shame.