I've always found comfort in your darkness. The cold, heavy shroud you invisibly drape around me in times of weakness and despair.
It feeds on the emptiness that surrounds my heart and soul with more and more emptiness.
Nobody can understand the comfort I get from this seemingly unending sorrow.
But alas - it is only temporary comfort. Once I let go of these dark shrouds, I will finally see the promise of a better tomorrow; but most importantly - a better me.
Written last 20th June 2020 as one of my therapy assignments from my psychiatrist