Me and Darkness

. Some days feel heavier than others, as if the weight of the entire world settles on my chest, pressing me into silence. This is not a place of joy—it is a record of what hides in the shadows, the thoughts we try to bury but never truly escape. It’s never easy to wonder if happiness will ever return, or if love was something I only dreamed of. I crave a peace so deep it feels impossible. Sometimes the wind whispers promises that things will be okay, but I know better. Nothing is okay. It never has been. It has always been me—and my oldest, most faithful companion: darkness. I ask myself whether I was ever truly happy, because now I’m surrounded by snakes. People who smile, pretend, and act as though they care… but it has never really been about me. It wasn’t always like this. I was once surrounded by people who knew I existed, people who cherished my presence. But now it’s all gone. I walk alone in the background, where I’ve learned I truly belong. The spotlight was never meant for me—it has its favorites. And this longing, this ache in my heart… it remains, endless and unsoothed