Forget the girl you once knew

Ive got a feeling that I have been here before …
Slipping into the darkness of self loathing …. self pitty … self destruction.  I recognise all the warning signs but their familiar cautions are easy to again ignore. 
My hazel eyes are loosing their sparkle … their naivity … their green soon to be all consumed with the dark brown of unhappiness.
 

If i get one more fake reassurance or attempt of understanding I swear I will scream until my voice is hoarse … even better I dare you to say something, maybe your stupidity will keep you blind to my direct yet simple insults.