I don't feel beautiful inside anymore. I don't look at myself in the mirror these days.People no longer tell me about the twinkle in my eyes. I don't feel good about being dressed up anymore. I no longer smile randomly. I don't have anything to look forward to. You are going farther and farther away, because the light at the end of the tunnel keeps getting dimmer and dimmer every second.
Maybe you are the light.
Maybe you are more.