The Darkness I Befriend

 

Somewhere in between despair and numbness, it’s like not quite being alive.

I’m so tired of fighting.

Its been six years. I’ve had ups and downs, good times and bad. There were times when I thought I was all better. But it always comes back. There is no escaping it and I find myself wondering if maybe this world isn’t meant for everyone. Maybe it’s just too much for some.

Will it ever get easier?

Will I every just be who I know I could be? Do I even know who I could be? Or am I just hoping that there is something more than this.