Sometimes I can’t move. I’ll lay in bed staring blankly at a screen. I am not evening watching the movie that my eyes are fixated on. I’m in another world.
The darkness started in my brain, it made me smile less, and cry more.
Then it moved into my eyes,
the darkness made me see things differently.
When I looked in the mirror I didn’t see myself anymore, I saw a girl with dark black eyes.
Darkness took over my mouth soon after. Negativity spewed out like oil in the middle of a dark blue ocean. It covered me with a thick black liquid.
Darkness wrapped around my heart so tightly that nothing could escape.
Things I once loved, things that brought me so much happiness no longer warmed my heart, they simply pasted in front of me like a person I use to know.
Darkness takes my legs from time to time. There’s nothing I want more but to move. I want to run, and dance and write and jump.
Instead I sit, lifeless, glaring at the sticky white ceiling of my room.
I would like to think I am stronger than the darkness.
I know I’m not.
Sometimes I trick the darkness.
I make jokes, and laugh and pretend like he doesn’t exist.
The darkness is stronger than me.
And takes over.