I am swamped,
By a haze,
That no one else,
Can see,
No one else,
Knows about the crushing weight,
I feel,
Under this cloak of darkness,
My world is a mask,
Of darkness,
With purple tints,
It’s lonely here,
I feel hollow,
Cold,
Numb,
There used to be a time,
Where light,
And happiness,
Filled my world,
Now,
There is a constant,
Emptiness,
Where the pureness,
Of life used to be,
My purple mask obscures,
The reality of life,
Glass half full,
Glass half empty,
Attitude,
Living,
In a world,
Full of shadows,
That are neither good,
Or bad,
They don’t phase me anymore,
Yet,
Some days,
I recede,
Into myself,
Closing myself off,
To those around me,
Especially those,
Closest to me,
I want to care,
I want to feel happy,
I want to feel the sun,
On my face,
I am stuck in,
An endless cycle,
Of trailing,
My cloak,
Of darkness,
Around with me,
No matter where I go,
I want to reach out,
I want someone,
To understand,
I want someone,
To feel what I do,
But this journey,
Is one I must take alone,
So,
I walk on,
In the endless queue,
Called life,
There is no going back,
There is no going forward,
No-one around me,
Wants to listen,
Like they are numb,
To my existence,
The queue,
Inches forward,
I drag my heels,
And then,
I am back,
To the staring,
Holes,
Into the back of people’s head,
Questioning myself,
Questioning why I am here,
The purple haze thickens,
The cloak descends,
I wait my turn,
I wait,
Endlessly,
And some part of me screams,
To get better,
To hope,
That good will return,
That happiness can be achieved,
But I will wait,
To find out,
What waits for me,
On the end of this journey,
In life
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