The sky hangs heavy, a leaden gray,

And in the silence, my thoughts decay.

Shadows curl in the corners of my mind,

Whispering lies I can’t leave behind.

The world moves in blurs, colors subdued,

Every step feels drained, every breath crude.

Laughter echoes, but it’s not for me,

I drift through days like a leaf on a sea.

Walls close in with a patient, cold hand,

I scream in silence, no one understands.

The nights are long, the hours cruel,

Hope feels like a stranger, a forgotten rule.

I carry the weight of unspoken fears,

My reflection distorted through rivers of tears.

Joy is a shadow I chase and miss,

Happiness locked in a world I can’t kiss.

Yet somewhere deep, beneath the ache,

A flicker of light begins to wake.

A memory, a song, a small gentle sound,

A whisper that life might still spin around.

I reach for it, tremulous, frail,

A fragile sail on a storm-tossed trail.

The darkness lingers, but I start to see

A faint glimmer of what could still be.

Not a sunrise, not a cure,

But a reminder that I can endure.

Even in the hollow, even in the gray,

A single spark can show me the way.

And though the shadows may still remain,

I learn to breathe through the ache and the pain.

A step, a heartbeat, a tiny reprieve,

And for the first time, I start to believe.