My friends have all stumbled away from me,
No longer as close as they used to be;
I'm alone in my prison of darkness and dread,
Where red is now the only colour I see.
My thoughts are stained with the ink of despair,
As hope slowly ebbs away without care;
But I'll continue to fight and press on,
For someday, the red will be gone.
The light at the end of the tunnel is so dim,
But I won't stop until I reach the rim;
My future's not set in stone - yet,
And I can still make it out of this net.
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Hey everyone!
This was chapter 2. This is about the loneliness and despair that can come with depression. Red has become my colour of choice, as it often represents both anger and desire- two emotions I feel deeply. But I'm determined to keep pressing on, no matter how hard things get; because life isn't meant to be lived in a prison of darkness. I know that there's still light and hope to be found, even when it feels like everything is hopeless.
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