No matter how bright it is outside I never fail to see only grey. I feel no one listens when I say I’m not okay. It’s like they ask but they don’t want the answer, so I lie to myself and act like my life matters. I do that to keep myself breathing. Because I know my life is fleeting. I sit and I wonder what’s over yonder and instead of breaking free from these things that are drowning me. I stay and I stay forever and longer because In my heart I feel I can’t go on past these rough waters. The waves begin to consume me and all I can see above me is water and grey clouds. But somehow I see beauty in all of this struggle for I know pain is truly a powerful thing.