I sit in a really dark room,
With no sounds around.
I let my thoughts take over me,
And crush me down.
Because everytime I fall down while feeling weak,
I get up with a new energy.
I sit in this room's corner,
Crying and sobbing,
From nothing to everything.
I can hear myself breathing heavily,
And demons in my head, talking to me.
My head hurts a lot because there's a lot going on in it right now,
But I just feel numb in the other second.
What's happening to me ?
How do I escape from all this ?
The only thing that comes into my mind,
Is to pick my pen up and a piece of paper,
And write.
This blank paper looks more like,
Amazing opportunities to me.
My pen's ink is black and dark,
And so are my thoughts.
Let's see what can I write to feel a little relieved.
Do I really need to think about why I always end up writing about sad things ?