I’m fine.

A dark room,

Half-closed curtains,

Shut door,

Overwhelming burdens,

Legs wrapped in my arms,

Pale face,

Sweaty palms,

The lonely light glowing from the midnight sky,

The only light spreading across the room like dye,

Bloodstained memories haunt my daydreams,

“What a beautiful day!” They say,

But I can’t see a single ray,

Rather an army of grey clouds, marching proudly;

Ushering the bullets of thunder, right this way, loudly,

Yet the cliched phrase comes to mind,

“There is always light at the end of a tunnel”,

But how do you know that there ever will be light,

When you’re too blind to see through the struggle.

Based on the Quote:

“Depression is being colourblind and constantly being told how colourful the world is.” - Atticus

Imagine