Darkness
Sadness
Hopelessness
These are my constant companions in life.
The emptiness.
It's like a curse.
It goes away for a little while
But it always comes back
The moment I start to feel happy
The instant I begin to have hope
It hits me like a wrecking ball
I fall over
I crack
Pieces of me fall off like a porcelain doll thrown against a wall.
Happiness doesn't exist.
Hope is an illusion.
Struggle
Survival
These are the only real truths.
After thirty years of lying to myself it's time I accept that.
All the Photoshop in the world can't paint this away.
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