Dark.
Why does it have to be so dark?
Why does it have to feel so deep?
Why when we try, even just a bit, it breaks into a million pieces?
So many questions that are still unanswered. So many times of failure that we try to erase. So many times we try to erase ourselves for we think we are the burden.
Why do we keep trying if we know the ending? Maybe because we want to believe it won't happen. That there will be no consequence.
I know that this may seem like some type of sh*t that I am ranting. But it is who I am. It is what makes me.
When days are dark, we try and put light in every corners of our mind. We try and put up bright object in our sights. We try to use someone to help us feel... normal.
When days are dark, we end up feeling nothing. We end up doing nothing. We end up to nothing. We end up... in what we think is nothing.
When days are dark, we are problems. We are burdens. We are lost. We are.
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I know this isn't much but I try
