Even in the light of day,
I live beneath a shadowed sky
A realm of darkness, cold and gray,
Where silent echoes multiply.

Surrounded by the weight of sorrow,
Depression drapes its heavy veil.
No comfort comes today or tomorrow,
And every breath feels frail.

In crowds, I walk alone, unseen,
My reaching hands find empty air.
The noise around me feels obscene

Connection lost somewhere.

I wait for calls that never ring,
For voices that could pull me through.
But silence is a steady thing
That darkness clings me to.

I wait for the night
for the darkness to engulf me,
To close my eyes, escape the fight,
To hush the ache that will not leave,
This endless craving for the light.

And so I fall
without a sound
Back into the dark I’ve found.