It's a weird kind of existence,
You don't want to go because you can't deal with making that permanent decision,
But you can continue to stay here,
Something has to change
Because
If it doesn't
Then what's the point
Of existence
It's like a blanket,
Weighted and heavy, making you drowsy
It envelops you sinking into every crevice
It becomes all that you know,
Every part of your life is engulfed accustomed to the perpetual darkness
It becomes a companion in your solitude
The very destruction of your soul
But also your only friend
It's not romantic or poetic
It's brutal and exhausting
It's vindictive, uncaring
The only goal is to break you
To destroy your entire being
It takes everything, even when you have nothing left to give
It is all the pain in the world thrust upon you
It is impossible but also so simplistic
But the reality of it is that
It is your own self
Your own mind
And that is just draining
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The Darkness in my Mind
Historia CortaThere is a little bit of darkness within everyone, a darkness that we are afraid to reveal to the world. But there is comfort in knowing that others suffer from the same darkness. So I am revealing my darkness to the world.
