I keeps going.
The darkness in my mind.
It feels like a knife being swallow hole.
But no one sees the darkness that is growing inside my mind.
The feeling of pain and despair.
The feeling i am nothing, i wil never be enough.
I wish i could switch colers let all the black turn pink for a while let my brain get a break from the overthinking, never sharing, always scared, tired little girl.
And be who i was before.
The sunshine in the houshold like my mother would say.
Always smiling, talking, jumping around.
I wish i could see her again even my memory of her are foggy.
Because the black in my mind is making the memory a little darkter every time.