Something I thought up when I was a bit depressed. It got me thinking and this is the aftermath. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I look into the distance, at the far away mountains and the trees closer, all I see is darkness. When I sit in my room, thinking, reading, doing simple things, darkness is waiting to settle in. When I go out into the city or the town, I see darkness, even in what should be the brightest of places. Darkness consumes everything. It's not that I'm blind. It's that darkness is what the world has become. Darkness fills homes like mine, trying to fill every cranny, every corner, every hidden secret. The darkness is the depression, the hurt, the hatred, the problems in households, at businesses, on every street and road. The darkness fills everybody, either settling in like a parasite, or passing by like a bacteria. Darkness likes to hurt everything. People try to get away from this darkness, try to step into a bright place to become happy. But the darkness follows. People sometimes give in to this darkness, using a blade, using a needle, using something to escape the cruel world, to give them false happiness. Some do escape, by rope, by bullet, by fall, by water, by any way possible. And these people just give up. Darkness claims lives. Looking at people, I see their hurt. I see their pain. I see the darkness inside them. I see the darkness I shouldn't see. I see things that are out in public that shouldn't ever be seen. I see horrible things. Dark things that are on innocent victims. Darkness is slowly eating at us. As I look at myself in the mirror, I see the frizzy, somewhat curly black dyed hair that lies on my head and around my face. I see the dull, ugly brown eyes, a halo of blue being the only beautiful thing about them. I see my somewhat ache free face, the occasional blemish on my forehead, nose, or chin. I see the short, small body I own. I see the chewed up nails on my hands, short and ugly because they are so short I can't paint them. I see the long, skinny legs that have fat thighs. I see my small feet, wide feet. I see imperfection. And as I look into my eyes, I see my soul, a small speck of black that grows as I think about how much I hate my body. But as I think of the beauty I have - the blue halo, the small grin that is perfectly dainty, the glasses that rest on my nose, the beautifulness that is in my soul - the darkness shrinks. Darkness in inside me, but I control it. Darkness can engulf you. It can take you away. It can hurt you. It can eat at your soul. It can cause problems. It can do anything to make you feel worthless. It can make you breakdown, make you want to die. But fighting this darkness can give you a great feeling of accomplishment. It can make you feel happy. It can give you light. Darkness can lose if you wish to win. Darkness is just something we think, we feel. And it does not matter. It isn't something that should hurt you, but make you fight. Make you grow strong. Make you see the light of life. Darkness can be defeated.
love love love. This is something I'm very familiar with. I too have definitely felt this darkness.