MY THOUGHTS

Prisoner of my own thoughts

All my life I thought the world is dark, empty, null, void, but it turns out I was wrong. It was me all along who was dead inside. I couldn't see, that the world is full of colours and it was me who neglected to see the rainbow. I focused on black more than any other colour. I should've focused on the Vibgyor but I didn't.

For me, colours didn't mattered and I am not completely at fault here. The world made me focus on dark and my puny mind believed it. My grey matter thought black should be the supreme, the one with which we can see the light but I spent a lot of time focusing on black that I don't see any colour now. Now everywhere I see people are enjoying, seeing different shades of this world and their lives. I on the other hand, still stuck in black, not even white. Just black, pure black. No light shall pass and no light will pass. How funny it sounds.

People see me smiling, laughing, enjoying but the real me is still stuck in that black hole and he is still banging on the door to just escape. I've always thought about how would it feel to be free, to be able to see the colours, but alas, I can't. It's not that I've not tried. Ohh, I've tried several times but all went in vain. That light you see is my last hope to escape from this prison which I've created. I'm a prisoner of my thoughts. I don't know what am I gonna do.

Maybe I'll survive, maybe I'll not. Maybe I've already died and what I am seeing is the afterlife. I'm on the verge of extinction. Once a kid full of dreams and aspirations is now bound with chains in a dark room with nowhere to escape. All I can do is shout and scream and hide but nowhere to run. The door's locked and the key is nowhere to be found. And thus, I'll forever be stuck in my jail and will be counting days till my time is nigh.