It's dark.

I can feel my soul slowly flying out of my body.

She's her own person now, my soul. It is truly strange. How easily she got rid of my numb body.

She's happy now, I can see her smile shining brightly.

She's signing, I can hear the melody of her voice. It's beautiful.

Her eyes are like two moons, glowing brighter than every star.

She seems so blissful...

But then she's locked in the dark, where I am too.

It's dark.

It's dark and she's scared and her eyes are filled with tears and she's surrounded by darkness and depressing thoughts and self-hatred and everything negative that exists in this universe.

But she escapes, she's free and happy and she's smiling and her eyes are glowing again.

She's just a soul.

And I'm not.

I'm not free or happy. My smile is not on display and my eyes aren't glowing like moons.

And it's dark.

My spirit escaped and I didn't.

And...

It's dark.

I'm still surrounded by negativity and I can not escape.

And I scream for help but no one listens because my voice is broken.

No one listens.

No one except from my own self.

And I start crying because no one can help me escape this reality. They can't save me from myself. It's all in my head, in my imagination and I try to escape it but I can't. I'm weak.

The room is not dark.

But my mind is.

It's dark and I
don't have a soul.

Save me from my mind.

It's dark.

AN:

hi guys this doesn't rhyme and it probably doesn't make sense to you but I've been feeling down these past hours and I wrote it and posted it because well, it's dark;)