Jan 22
In the shadowed corridors of my mind, depressive demons dance
Their spectral silhouettes whispering melancholy verses.
A symphony of solitude echoes as desolation wraps its tendrils around every thought.
My soul, a battleground where shadows duel with the faint fragments of light that remain, painting a canvas of emotional chiaroscuro.
In this haunting waltz, my heart's rhythm falters, entangled in the vines of despair.
Yet, amid the gloom, resilience may be found—a flicker of hope resisting the encroaching darkness.
Their spectral silhouettes whispering melancholy verses.
A symphony of solitude echoes as desolation wraps its tendrils around every thought.
My soul, a battleground where shadows duel with the faint fragments of light that remain, painting a canvas of emotional chiaroscuro.
In this haunting waltz, my heart's rhythm falters, entangled in the vines of despair.
Yet, amid the gloom, resilience may be found—a flicker of hope resisting the encroaching darkness.
My feelings of being unloveable, & loneliness destroy me. I overthink, searching for signs that she cares. And always I arrive at the conclusion that she doesn’t
