everything becomes greyscale at night.
colors fade into the darkness;
individuality drowns.
loneliness seeps in;
I give up trying to resist it.
after all, that’s what I get
for putting all my eggs
in a single basket.
I left all my hope in them.
I trusted.
I reached out in hopes to one day be saved myself.
dreams are bitterly smashed in the wake of apathy.
I see their true feelings.
they never cared.
I put myself out and on the line
all for what?
their sick games to tear me apart?
the feeling of finally belonging, only to realize I’ve been cast out?
this twisted world never
ceases to amaze me.
the people with the widest smiles
are aching on the inside.
the girl who holds her head high
sinks low to the ground at night.
the boy who has everything
mourns his greatest loss.
all unaware,
the masses carry on.
they turn a blind eye to the sufferer,
leaving the witness to cower in fear
of what will eventually result.
the struggles never occur.
everyone seems fine, so they must be.
right?
horribly, horribly wrong..
why is it so hard to care?
why is offering a shoulder to cry on
so difficult?
why must so many feel so alone?
why did I have to join them?
we all accumulate in the darkness,
to share stories of hardships and longing.
for no one else will listen.
for now, the depression will continue to eat away,
leaving bruises, scars, and thin wrists in its ruthless aftermath.
I’ll shed a few tears,
swallow a sleeping pill,
stare at the ceiling,
and long for the day when everything will be okay.
but for now,
everything becomes greyscale at night.
