Everything is full of chaos —my mind, heart, and life.
It's suffocating, draining, sand tiring.
A world full of darkness.
I can't even see a single color
that would possibly inspire me.
What a cruel fate that has been given to me.
Storms keep coming,
tears keep flowing,
and heart getting heavy,
carrying it every day.
It's tiring. Exhausting.
Is this the life I dream of?
Or just a reality I've known?
How can I survive in this cruel world?
Even my home can't be called home.
The place that should make my soul calm,
supposed to inspire me and take care of my heart,
is now the place that makes me cry,
the place that makes everything so dark.
Full of loud voices — so loud that I can't even hear my thoughts.
A sense of melancholy washed over me.
It’s suffocating me.
Can’t breathe, can’t hear, can’t see —
just darkness, everywher)le.
What a travesty.
Every day I wonder,
Why? What did I do wrong?
I was always kind. Giving and loving.
Then, realization came.
And I realize that this is life.
Life is messy because I am messy.
Life will always be messy.
Life will always be difficult,
and it will never change.
It’s supposed to be difficult.
But there will always be a comfort,
a comfort that will never poison your soul.
And that comfort is God.
Lqike problems, God is always with you,
and it will never change.
God is our anchor, a constant presence that holds us fast,
coloring darkness with hues of hope.