GLOOM
Outside it's dark and rainy, the wind blowing slowly. It's cold. Gloomy.
Much like it is inside of me.
There are more and more days now like this. When I have to drag myself out of the bed.
My head is just wringing in pain. And my body heavy and numb.
Sometimes I look up to the ceiling, and imagine a rope. That will stop it all.
But I'm thankful that I can still fight. Keep going. And though I feel this close to succumbing, I've not.
I refuse to be worn down. I refuse to let it overtake me.
This gloom.