So heavy.
It cracks.
It’s breaking.
My heart… it cries.
For the first time I can feel them.
I can feel the darkness, resentment and negativity brewing from within.
I find more comfort in giving in to them.
But within the abyss, I know that’s who I have never been.
Maybe that’s my last wick.
As I keep waiting for permission to enter this world.
They say it’s darkest before dawn.
But who knows when the darkness ends and the dawn begins?
How much darker can darkness get as it transitions?
When does pitch black end?
I now understand why some give in.
But I beg you.
Please don’t break my soul.
Invisible Walls 